Post by Cera Dragoneska on Jan 13, 2005 17:25:58 GMT -5
You hesitantly push open the door and walk inside the school. It is a giant stone building that has been refurbished; it was once some rich guy's mansion. The entrance hall alone could house a decent-sized family's home. The stone walls echo your footsteps as you cross it. Along the walls hang pictures of people. You don't know of whom they are from the distance from which you are looking at them, though, yet you don't want to take a closer look yet.