Everything was left like people were still living here , or atleast like they planned to come back. There wasn't a thing out of place or anything trashed. If not for the thick layer of dust on everything, you'd still think they were here. There were rooms upon rooms , bedrooms galore as well as bathrooms. But you could tell which one belonged to the warlock king. Everything was the finest of things. Even under the thick covering of dust , you could see the gold furnishings and the fine crystals. The man really did like his trophies. In the wardrobe , lined rows and rows of robes. Fine silks and expensive cottons.
But it was weird , when you went through a door that adjoined to his room. There was another room. So unlike his. This one seemed so dark , there were two beds in the room. But
