Ash unloaded crates from his inventory, pulling out woven rugs, soft blankets, carved trinkets form past travels, and enchanted lanterns that gave of a steady glow instead of flickering flames. The new apartment in Longhua Castle was spacious but bare, its white stone walls cold and plain.
Maya sifted through the pile, grabbing fabrics and tapestries to hang across the walls.
"This shoud break up the plain stone," she said, securing a deep blue tapestry near the fireplace. The fabric added warmth to the room, softening the harsh edges of their temporary home.
Jagu padded across the room, sniffing the door before settling near the entrance. His body was low, ears alert, ready to catch any unusual sound from the hallway.
Ash held the Golden Amulet, and staring at it for a long moment. Its faint hum of power made his fingers tingle.
