Siphoning the Stone

Taitha’s silk shawl whipped behind her as she walked down the street. When she came to a particular building, she halted, turning to face the entrance and grinned. With a glance to each side, she stepped up to the doors, touching the clasp on her belt, and strode through the thick wooden panels. Once inside, she hurried to the map of the interior. The lithe elf placed her finger on the picture, tracing the floors. Her head shook as she dismissed each room...