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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7467093" data-attributes="member: 6777052">The DoorEdgwin sighed. His meagre funds would get him poor lodgings in this town, flooded as it was with adventurers of every stripe boasting bags of coin to spare. The landlord of the Four Ferrets had scornfully shown him the worst room imaginable, a windowless cell under the eaves with barely space for the filthy straw palliasse that was to be his bed for the night. By the flickering light of a stub of candle he watched a small colony of bats shuffling under the thatch, beginning to stir now that the sun had set. The first to wake had already left through a small hole, high up in the end wall, that was the only ventilation in this miserable room.The candle guttered and went out. Edgwin's eyes played tricks on him and for a moment, before the darkness was complete, he fancied he saw the outline of a door in the blank wall below the vent. It had the semblance of no ordinary door, however. This was a door. With trepidation, he felt his way to the wall. His fingers found a doorknob where no knob could be. It was cold; not just the cold of iron or brass but the cold of quicksilver, frozen in time. A frisson of fear overtook him and he drew his hand back sharply. But he could not resist the impulse to reach for it again, to prove to himself that it was not really there.Edgwin turned the doorknob ...</blockquote>