Rotten from the core... or perhaps to it. Yen Sid led the way to one of the few locked doors in the school, this one just across from the lab they had been in.
Inside was a cozy - if small and cluttered - little office. The desk dominated much of it, and there was one warn chair behind it and two faded footstools before it. A tiny battered but clean end table sat within reach of both foot stools and held a hot plate and two mugs. The rest of the room was full of all sorts of interesting things. Mostly books, of course, but also broken necklaces, sword hilts without blades, small bits of statuary.
He settled himself on one of the low stools and waved to the other. He tuned on the electric kettle and pulled a mostly empty battered tin of tea bags out from under a stack of books without disrupting the stack in the least. Like real world jenga. "I would offer sugar, but it is hard to come by here," he said. "As to where here is, this school is called Dragon Hall. It is on the Isle of the lost, just off the coast of Auradon."
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Inside was a cozy - if small and cluttered - little office. The desk dominated much of it, and there was one warn chair behind it and two faded footstools before it. A tiny battered but clean end table sat within reach of both foot stools and held a hot plate and two mugs. The rest of the room was full of all sorts of interesting things. Mostly books, of course, but also broken necklaces, sword hilts without blades, small bits of statuary.
He settled himself on one of the low stools and waved to the other. He tuned on the electric kettle and pulled a mostly empty battered tin of tea bags out from under a stack of books without disrupting the stack in the least. Like real world jenga. "I would offer sugar, but it is hard to come by here," he said. "As to where here is, this school is called Dragon Hall. It is on the Isle of the lost, just off the coast of Auradon."