"Amiss 'here'?" Morgana took note of that notation. "So you suspect the place is the problem, and not someone behind the scenes?" Ugh, that could be annoying. You couldn't beat up a place into submission. Maybe if her had her tome with her... but "ifs" weren't going to solve things either.

As predicted, the ground was changing underneath their very foot - soft grass turned into creaky wooden floors just like the house they left behind. Morgana was doing all in her power to ignore it, keeping her head level and not even bothering to look down.