Rowena heard the sound of gears turning, and the dust-laden door slowly opened towards her.
The only fortunate thing was that no one was around, so her series of shame-filled dialogues went unheard by others.
She admitted that if this had happened a decade ago when she was a fledgling low-tier mage, she might have been drawn in by these mysterious and magical dialogues, but now...
She could only say that she considered herself quite the old lady now.
The scene behind the door changed rapidly, and intermittent conversations emerged from within.
Rowena took a deep breath and walked straight into the ever-changing play of light and shadow. Immediately, she was stunned by the scale of the Mole Club. As the name suggests, she had initially thought the other side of the door would lead to a cramped space, dark and damp, resembling a sewer that matched the typical image of rodents.
