Lucen soon found himself in the gilded halls of the Grey Keep. He was still on the lowest floor, surrounded by the wave of noise coming from the servants moving around. He had someone to find.
The high roof was ribbed with smooth black pillars as long as roads. A titanic set of armor rose over the crowd. Smooth silver metal, the symbol of an axe wreathed in fire on its chest, its empty eyes watching the ants move beneath it.
Long banners hung on the walls. Rivers of black cloth with a golden trim so wide and high that they could cover a hundred people. In its center was a jagged heart covered in a cloak.
He weaved through the crowd, dodging people carrying heavy baskets of raw meat, and others heaving pieces of furniture outside to clean. His mind was on what Aya advised him to do about Chester.
