Tabbie only grumbles noncommittally at all of that "Hell" talk. People mess up names around here all the time. Or maybe she's heard of him somewhere, she doesn't know. All she knows is that she's got orders, and that some fool of a human girl just appeared out of thin air on the high counsel's meeting-room table.
With them finally moseying along, Tabbie shouts back over the rising din around them.
"Going to one of the guest rooms! No worries, they ain't code for a dungeon or nothin'. Those are downstairs."
She hauls their new guest over to large tapestry on the wall furthest from the fighting. It depicts some kind of battle, or a ritual maybe, centering around three circular symbols--but it's clearly not all that important, since Tabbie shoves the heavy fabric aside to push in a hidden switch on the stone walls. A door slides open, and she cackles ferociously.
"We're going up!"
Behold, a set of stone stairs that indeed lead upwards. Without asking whether she wants to or not, Tabbie does her best to haul her new friend up into the stairwell.
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With them finally moseying along, Tabbie shouts back over the rising din around them.
"Going to one of the guest rooms! No worries, they ain't code for a dungeon or nothin'. Those are downstairs."
She hauls their new guest over to large tapestry on the wall furthest from the fighting. It depicts some kind of battle, or a ritual maybe, centering around three circular symbols--but it's clearly not all that important, since Tabbie shoves the heavy fabric aside to push in a hidden switch on the stone walls. A door slides open, and she cackles ferociously.
"We're going up!"
Behold, a set of stone stairs that indeed lead upwards. Without asking whether she wants to or not, Tabbie does her best to haul her new friend up into the stairwell.