The White Demon assured them that there was nothing of such, and then he stepped back into the door and waved at them to hurry along.
Atrox took a deep breath and then he walked towards the door, entering without hesitation. The others followed right behind him.
The first thing that Atrox noticed was the air. It was heavier and it seemed to drag on the nose. Then he looked around where he was and realized that he was in a study.
"This is your place?" Atrox asked and turned towards the White Demon.
The White Demon had changed, not physically, but there was a quality to him that was not there before. He looked more present, as if his image had finally been solidified.
"Yes. I love to write down my thoughts in my spare time and read when I can. I am a scholar of sorts. This is also my refuge, a way to run from my responsibilities."
