Rhea scrambled for her clothes as Arras lunged for the door. As he reached for the door handle, Taigh burst in.
“Hey, sorry to wake you up…” Taigh looked between Arras and a hurriedly dressed Rhea. Raising an eyebrow, he simply tilted his head at his brother and motioned to the door.
“Good morning, Taigh,” Rhea said.
Taigh stuck his head back into the room, “Hello, Rhea. Hoffman is looking for you.”
It turned out Hoffman had to postpone the dig for the day as rain poured down relentlessly. Several artifacts had to be moved to the library inside as the Garden Hall was getting full, and many of the artifacts were not doing well in the dampness.
Rhea and a few others carefully carried the pieces of Mordhas history as they moved through the manor. The group soon wandered into the hall of paintings, chatting and joking. Members of the crew noticed paintings had been moved around, and there was a new addition.
“Whoa…” Andrew halted.
Stephen chuckled, “Wow…Rhea…”