The heavy wooden door creaked open to reveal rows upon rows of gleaming weapons and armour. The room was well-lit, with fluorescent lights casting a bright glow over the polished surfaces of the equipment.
"This the armoury," the head butler, a tall man with a stern expression, informed, leading Adrian to a storeroom. "You will find most of the young master's creations here. If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to call me."
Adrian replied as he and Seraphina went to take a look inside.
[The higher entity, Creator of Deformed Perfection, eyes the armoury and feels jealous not to be there.]
[The entity, Sin of Sloth, snarls at the presence of the entity she is at odds with and warns the User not to accept any gifts from them.]
Adrian sighed, ignoring the prompts altogether. After all, he had more important things to do than watch two entities fight.
