The attendant turned and nearly ran towards a hallway to the left of the golden doors. The hall was completely tiled in azul blue stone and every three feet was a painting. Each painting was different but all of them captured a single strawberry. The hallway lead to a giant room with and arched ceiling that was at the end of the hall, he turned again, and Troova found herself in another hallway. It was painted black with splatters of neon blue, green, pink, and purple. The floor was lined with black lights that made the white in Troova's dress shine. At the end of this hall, her guide stopped, turned toward the wall and began talking. Confused, Troova moved closer and suddenly she could see the thin man that had painted himself black to blend into the wall. The attendant stopped talking when she approached and the thin, painted man gaped at her, his mouth slightly ajar. Uncomfortable with the attention, Troova looked down and shuffled her feet.
Realizing his rudeness, the thin man straightened and cleared his throat. He looked at the attendant for a long moment then turned toward the wall and lifted a latch on an unseen door. A pale, peach-tinged light flooded the dark hallway as Troova was ushered through the door. While her eyes adjusted, she heard the door closed behind her and hurried steps in her direction.
"Malcolm," the attendant said, "go quickly to the Zodiac room and tell Lord Asa to come here immediately."
"He's in the middle of a hosting Nax, you know I can't interrupt him."
"Then wait until he's finished, then bring him here."
Malcolm, a rotund man with ferret like eyes and a fixed frown, stared at Troova with open mistrust.
"What's going on Nax?"
Nax, disregarding his question said, "When you see Lord Asa tell him...." he walked over to Troova and took her hand. "...tell him The Source has come."
