Tonight's dominoes had produced a murdered prince, a corpse in a closet, and a very public wall-fucking. These next two looked at all that, said 'hold my beer,' and delivered profanity and nudity, in that order.
Nicholas Shadowfell captained an airtight ship. The sweep of Greyhall Crossing was meticulous as hell, floor by floor, room by room with no exceptions.
But every old castle hides corridors that official papers swear don't exist. Connective tunnels between laundry chutes, for example. Used when the keep was constructed for hauling materials between floors and far too small for any reasonable adult to crawl through.
Obviously, his sweep included the actual laundry chutes themselves. A visual confirmation of empty occurred for every single one.
The issue?
