He scanned the room quickly, his eyes catching the various symbols and signs posted around the walls. Directional markers. Floor guides. He spotted the indicators for Floor 1 and Floor 2, thanked the designers for their clear signage, and adjusted his path accordingly. He moved through the lounge with purposeful steps, weaving past furniture and decorative pillars, his gaze fixed ahead.
He felt the elf's golden eyes on his back the entire time.
He did not look back.
He quickly found his way through different corridors, following the signs until he arrived at a white portal set into the wall. Above it, written in elegant script, were the words: Floor 2.
Relief washed over him. He had made it without having to engage in conversation.
Before stepping through the portal, he stopped.
