The attendant led them through the mansion, and even though they were beautifully decorated, the corridors seemed to look the same.
Lukas was sure this was by design, because after a few minutes, he'd lost track of how many turns they'd made. If he was to retrace his steps, he was sure he'd fail miserably.
Soon, they arrived at corridors that became more decorated the more they walked.
There were artworks on the wall, and the occasional piece of furniture that had been placed there to also serve as decoration.
They walked up a long staircase before arriving at another corridor. They walked down the corridor to a door.
The woman knocked politely.
"Enter." The deep voice that spoke was familiar.
The attendant opened the door and stepped aside, gesturing.
They walked inside, and she pulled it shut behind them, content to stand outside.
Baldwin stood near the window, all seven feet of him, hands clasped behind his back. He was the one that had spoken.
