"What do you mean?" Solus asked.
"The "make up" you put on his face was magical paint that your mother had crafted. It was resistant to time, fire, and even darkness magic. Without a proper counterspell, Threin would have remained like that for years."
Solus half laughed and half cried as those words triggered more memories of her spending time with her father while his face was still painted. In none of those fragments he seemed angry or annoyed.
Every time Threin looked at the baby girl, a big smile would always appear on his face.
It took Solus a while to regain her cool, yet no one said anything. They patiently waited until she managed to pull herself together and led them inside the tower.
"We are going to start from the lower floors and walk our way up." Solus said. "The deepest underground level will make Lith very happy."
She opened a thick wooden door that led to one of the oddest places that everyone had ever seen.
