Sorcery of the Light Moon

Ashlyn watched Myron converse with the three strangers in what appeared to be a familiar manner. He slunk up to a wall, his back to it, and pressed himself against it in a moderately dramatic fashion. His hands slid up the wall, groping it, applying enough pressure to lift it a few inches, though the change could not be seen through the layer of rolling mist that blanketed the ground. Then, with a shift of one shoulder, he exerted the pressure needed to open a previously hidden rotating door.

"I suppose I'm not the only entertainer," T'sailiéss observed amicably, to himself and Ashlyn, as the only female of the other trio hugged Myron then skipped through the entrance he was cordially holding open.

The girl's two male companions followed her. Myron took one step through the doorway than turned about to face the pair from Star*port with an expression both inquisitive and encouraging.

Ashlyn paused for a few more seconds to soak in the sight of The Sunless Isle, Lunaria, by moonlight then started off toward the concealed doorway. T'sailiéss followed dutifully at her side.

Myron closed the door, which became as unapparent as before, then resumed the lead. Ashlyn was too preoccupied taking in the sights of gargoyles on the wall and patterns on the ground to pay much attention to where they were going. T'sailiéss walked beside her in quiet introspection, moving his fingers to some silent melody.

Ashlyn's attention returned to her present environment when Myron paused to lean with poise against a wall. There was enough contained in his dynamic eyes alone to dismiss the clouds that had drifted across her active thought. Then the other girl stepped through the wall and disappeared.

She literally stepped through it, as if she had become temporarily incorporeal. The image of the stone remained undisturbed. Her two male companions followed her.

Myron made a gesture with his hands toward the wall, offering entrance.

Ashlyn looked upon it with confusion.

Myron raised his eyebrows, questioning her hesitation.

"It's a glamour," T'sailiéss said softly, for only her to hear. "The door is there, but magickally cloaked."

Ashlyn knew about glamours; they were minor tricks of sorcery, something Star*port entertainers oft relied on and something the locals had learned to dismiss when not done with notable flair or quality. Without further delay, she stepped into the place on the wall through which the others had passed.

The room was eclectic. She saw some things she recognized, some she didn't. The furniture resembled beds without frames. The floor was littered with all sorts of items. Several things about the room glowed, even the walls which were painted in places to decorate the otherwise smooth stone. An arch at the back led into another room, the contents of which she could not discern from the front entrance.