Flain looked at the old man in confusion. "Is this some kind of spell?" he asked.
"Spell? No, we certainly don't sell spells here. You'd have to go to the Imperial City for that, and even there, it would cost you a fortune," the old man said.
"That's not what I meant. I can see that your door doesn't lead back to the city but into some strange hall. I assume you don't see it, or else you'd be reacting differently," Flain said.
The old man stared at him in confusion, but before he could say anything, Flain's body started moving on its own toward the door. He had no control over it. The moment he stepped into the hall, the door behind him slammed shut.
The hall was almost completely empty, built from a material that seemed familiar. The only thing illuminating the space was a large red circle resembling a blood moon. Standing upon it was a figure.
"Come closer," the figure spoke, and once again, Flain's body moved on its own toward it.
