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Meanwhile, a few hundred kilometers from Crank's Warp Steps, Jorl and the others could barely believe their own eyes.
The ground floor of the Black Thone had turned out to be a room 600 meters (2000') across with a tall ceiling and decorated with high-end furniture of exquisite taste.
From the silk-lined armchair to the paintings, everything was out of a royal palace.
Even more incredible was the fact that the place wasn't tacky or overbearing. The priceless furniture wasn't ostentatious, nor were the gemstones studded into the paintings meant for bragging.
They fueled the enchanted pictures, allowing them to recount stories so old that even the cursed objects believed them to be myths until they saw them unfold before their eyes.
The ground floor looked lived-in by a dignified noble who had taken his time to turn his home into a museum.
"This is it?" Jorl furrowed his brow. "What need do you have for human junk?"
