#divaofdeception

Lava? I mean it should give a burning sensation if you insert your bodypart there…

The carriage came to a halt, the soldier driving it quickly lowering himself from his perch. With hasty steps, the dark-iron clad driver hurried to open the cabin’s door, making way for the man stepping out of the carriage.

Glancing up at the small estate, Swain found himself wondering. Stepping past the seemingly light weight steel gate that parted for him, the man could feel the spells and wards around him, imbued in the steel fence and murals clinging to it, as well as the elegant garden the short path to the house took him through. He knew multiple passages into this house, yet he was also very convinced the deceiver had many more still concealed. Climbing the steps to the porch of the house, his cane clipped against the rock paneling of the deck. 

Stopping in front of the large door made of dark oak, he took a moment to marvel the carpenter’s ability at it’s surface, noting the dark vines and the carving of roses on it’s surface. Fixing his collar slightly, Swain stood there in his dark green armscoat, waiting. The Deceiver knew he had arrived.