The small cleaning storage room was even more uncomfortable to search through than it looked. The three of them could barely fit among all the clutter.
Max was crouched down, rummaging through a pile of old rags while Dorian pushed brooms aside with an expression of absolute suffering.
Seraphine, on the other hand, looked far too calm for someone investigating a possible interdimensional conspiracy.
The magical compass continued floating above her grimoire, pointing directly toward the center of the room.
And yet… there was nothing there.
Dorian lifted a bottle of cleaning solution and sighed dramatically.
"There are no signs of a beautiful drow woman hiding in here."
Max didn't even look up.
"Stop complaining and keep searching."
"Searching for what exactly?"
"I don't know!"
Max opened a tiny cabinet filled with buckets.
"Something weird!"
Dorian crossed his arms.
"That is not a useful instruction."
