Four & Ciri
“Looking around is probably a good idea,” Ciri said with a nod of her head, “and finding you something proper to wear. I need some shoes. This feels more than a wee bit inconvenient, honestly.” She clicked her tongue and glanced up as another peal of thunder rolled overhead, preceded by lightning. The storm was almost directly above them, and the rain echoed on the large steepled roofing.
She hummed, and ran her finger through an artfully placed dusty cobweb. “Do you want to go down this, uh...” she looked at the large caged elevator again. “This?”