Streaks of light danced across the rather large room of the keep. The stone brick walls were lined with book filled shelves and hooks holding coats, some fine, crafted out of silk and some rough, made of tanned leather and held together with nails and bolts.
She’s never felt quite at home in the keep, definitely not in the large unused halls and even less in her room, despite the many trinkets and piles of stolen junk. Now, aforementioned piles sat in the corner of Nadia’s room. The tiefling’s laboratory was not necessarily tidy either, books sat open and suspended in the air, failed experiments, foul looking jars and metal animals still glowing with arcane sparks littered the floor and shelves.
Tilex sat on the large bed, swinging her feet back and forth as Nadia toyed around with her… things. Dressed in a very thin nightgown, Tilex was doing her best to understand what exactly those things were. There were long thin vials, kept in small wooden posts, each with a different colour liquid inside. To the right was a couple of wider though shorter vials, some holding liquid and some roots, vines and the like. Nadia spread them all across the large mahogany table before turning around, pressing her ass against the table as she looked down directly at the goblin.