Silve Dragoons

Larosa carefully eyed the door in front of her. In her hand was the key to open it, but instead of rushing through it like anyone, she took her time trying to find that tell tale sign of the arcane.  Once satisfied the door wouldn’t explode she inserted the key and turned the knob, letting the door creak open slowly.  She stood on the threshold, taking in the neat stacks of paper, the neatly made bed, and the general tidiness of the room.

Pittch took the first step in, sniffing everything, trying to sort out the smells he was sensing.  Larosa followed heading for a desk looking at the writing, trying to make sense of the jumbled letters and complex diagrams.  An hour later, the two had gone through the room,  and were trying to put everything back into it place, when Pittch began whining at a small spot on the wood floor.