Lies

They crossed into the Grey Keep's monolithic halls. Climbing staircases with handrails that rose too high and steps too wide and long. 

The crowd of workers that usually swarmed the Keep's lower halls parted as they passed. Warren's presence was like the repelling force of a magnet. The resounding echoes of their voices still assaulted his ears, unfortunately.

As they rose to the higher floors, Lucen missed the noise a little. Gone were the roars of crowds and the sharp, distinct smells of Castaway Valley. The Grey Keep air was still, quiet, and cold. Like the walls were holding their breath.

The only sounds following their assent were the sharp clicks of boots against stone and the slight ruffle of clothes. They made their way up many long stairs, through the black and velvet hallways, and past the great meeting chambers with their glittering chandeliers.