The butler turned and began walking through the manor, his posture remaining perfectly straight with every measured step.
I followed behind him.
We passed through a wide corridor lined with expensive paintings, polished marble pillars, and suits of decorative armor standing silently along the walls. After turning left at the end of the hallway, we reached a grand staircase with crimson carpeting running up the center.
The butler climbed without slowing his pace, and I followed him floor after floor.
By the time we reached the fifth floor, I was beginning to wonder just how ridiculously large this place actually was.
He stopped outside an elegant oak door with polished brass handles and turned toward me.
"This shall be your room for the duration of your stay, Sir Walker."
He reached into one of his pockets and produced a brass key before placing it into my hand.
