Thread: Twilight Woods

Lexica finds the crumbling mansion and searches through the rooms to find a surface to rest on.

You know that feeling like you're being watched, yeah that place has it in spades.

Lexica frowns, disliking the feeling, but doesn't let it stop her from finding a dusty couch in a ground floor room that seems like it can hold her, though she is careful as she sits.

The place creaks and groans as it settles and....is that a gramophone playing somewhere?

Lexica grumbles as she stands back up, going to try and find the source of the music. What I wouldnt give for a Cure spell right about now. she mutters wistfully as she searches.