Chapter 4

Rhae was hauled to her feet and dragged up rotten wooden stairs to the top floor of the guild house. They came to a metal door, covered in rust. The roof leaked water as if a storm had rolled in. Rhae heard the thunderclap overhead, realising that Icran went out in the storm. A rogue soldier stepped forwards and pulled out a key, unlocking the iron door. Before Rhae could ponder Icran for long, she was dragged into the room, awoken by the door slamming behind her. She slowly stood up, staring at the rope that tied her fists together. She walked around the room, examining every object, looking for a way to cut the rope. A metal bed lay in the far corner, with only a dirty mattress sitting on top. A small pot sat in another corner, likely a chamber pot. Rhae had only one blanket to keep her warm on her bed. The windows were barred, yet there was no glass to prevent the wind and rain from surging into the room. The walls around the windows were growing mould, and a small puddle sat bel