Time To Pay The Piper (Iola)

The thick and iron scent of blood filled the air, a nauseous stench filled the library—and a shelf had been upturned over, a spillage of books were across the floor. The Hidden Library was a complete mess. Black liquid of bile splattered somewhere else and if the automatic cleaning spell were used around then it might have taken awhile.

Even the cleaning charm had proved itself useless.

But the one who had done such a mess was nowhere to be seen or found.

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Iola had no need to want for anything else—well, someone of her stature might have found reason to complain. The bed was too small, the sheets were too smelly and the mattress was lumpy and the pillows not enough for her to have a decent enough sleep. The two empty plates over the table had served precisely the same food and her palate was getting tired of eating the meals.

Couldn't the young man who had taken her in brought something more delicious?