Bab 192: The Master's Chamber

The jovial cut and thrust of banter with the peasant come black cloak girl was in stark contrast to the mood in the master's chamber.

The walls were lined with shelves where hundreds or thousands of scrolls which were rolled up and sat haphazardly. There were work benches covered in all sorts of parts and curious mechanisms and the room was well lit in comparison to most places in the undercity.

The master himself was shrouded in black robes but his glistening blue eyes shone as he caressed and peered into a dark orb. Although his eyes were bright his skin was leathery and crinkled with age and as his hands passed over the orb orange and yellow swirls appeared and disappeared.