A rhythmic pounding was coming from somewhere.
Frowning, she moved in a circle. Deucalion's robe flared out around her. He'd offered to buy one for her but honestly, he didn't use his. Why waste money?
Where was that sound coming from? She moved across the room and stared at the wall. If she had a secret room in a house, this wall is where she'd put the door. Either there or in the floor but this floor was carpeted, so the wall it was. The wooden walls were made of real wood with dark oval knots. There didn't seem to be a secret panel so she started pressing the knots.
Aha!
There was a panel, but it was a door. And it slid sideways. Dull lamps led the way down the stairs even though they didn't throw off much light. The stairwell was narrow enough that she could hold out her arms, fing
