The interior contrasts the modest exteriors, being flamboyant with colours of all sorts, and its air lay heavy with the scent of aged wood and iron.
Beyond the interesting view, Ezra couldn't help but feel anticipation.
But it would be a lie to say he didn't feel a bit anxious.
Room by room, Ezra searched, his senses on high alert.
Yet as he reaches what appears to be Khasavar's personal quarters, his expression instantly crumples.
The room lay empty.
A simple desk sat in the corner, covered with nothing but dust.
A faintly glowing blade rested against the wall, but there was no sign of Khasavar himself.
Without wasting another moment, Ezra placed a small gatemark in the room.
Ezra's scans the room for clues, his frustration mounting.
But finds nothing of substance.
So he quickly heads out, scouting other places before ending up in a room much more expansive than others.
A step closer reveals a higher level of energy concentrated within than anywhere else.
