“No, I was welcomed in.” Joyride says smiling, “I came in through the door off to the side of his bedroom.”
Lockepicke raises her eyebrow, intrigued. She walks out of the study and continues down the hallway, finding two doors.
Opening one reveals a staircase going downwards, while the other leads to a room very unlike the others. This room has a much cozier atmosphere, and contains some nice wood ling, a fireplace, and a very large, gray, four poster bed.
Lying in the bed is… A pony. A pony that Lockepicke realliy hopes is sleeping and not dead. Atop the old stallions head is some sort of writhing, spiked, and many-eyed creature.
