Prompt: “You’re on an elevator that stops between floors. The doors open.”
After his meeting with Khilseith, Linvanu needed to have some time to think. He told his second in command to keep an eye on things and he’d be back in an hour. He took a deep breath and looked at the contraption in front of him. It is a wooden platform with three wooden half walls with railings for stability and runs on a pulley system that was built by the dark dwarves that lived under the adjoining city of Obsidian Valley. He steps into it and clutches the railing and pulls on the rope twice to let the Cayheri at the bottom know where he wants to go.
The make-shift elevator bounces a little as it starts downward, then is smooth until it comes to its destination. The wooden lift jerks so hard as it stops between floors, Linvanu has to grip the railings with both hands to keep from falling over and sends a stream of harsh words down at the elf running the lift.
“Bozi Txa! Chent!”
“I am sorry my King! The rope stuck!”
“NO excuses! Fix it or spend tend days in the dungeon!”
Linvanu swears some more under his breath as he knocks on the wall and watches the wall shimmer to life and steps into it. As soon as he is inside the hidden cave, the door disappears. He stands still for a moment, taking a few breaths to calm himself, before he walks forward and sits in front of the wall that has elvish writing on it.
He brushes the wall to remove any dirt and dust that has accumulated and then lets his palm rest on it.
“Hello my love. I am sorry it’s been so long.”