Treasure
Void
Asher woke with a sudden start. He'd had the strangest dream! He'd been walking down the street trying to avoid attention, and then something... what was it? He couldn't remember exactly, but there had been a thing in the sky that had snatched him into some sort of alien room and then... he'd been washed and dressed and met someone... it was all blurry and fuzzy. He let out a sigh. At least it was just a dream, and here he was, safe and sound in the inn room.
He sat up and looked around. This... was not the inn.
A bare, neutral, sparse room greeted his eyes. A tan rug the same color as the walls covered most of what looked like a dull wooden floor. A small window in the center of one wall with some sort of filament over it let in a surprising amount of light while fuzzing out anything that might be on the other side. A desk with a wooden chair sat under the window with a neat stack of papers and two pencils. The bed he sat on stood in the corner with a trunk at the foot, and an identical bed stood on the opposite wall. Two doors broke the monotony of the walls. One looked like maybe a closet door, and the other had no handle on the inside. Beyond that... there was nothing.
He rose slowly and slipped out of the bed, standing on the cold floor. He was wearing what felt like a thin, breathable shirt and grey trousers with an elastic waist and no shoes. He felt like he was wearing some kind of sleepwear. His foot knocked something, and he looked down to see a pair of thin, indoor shoes waiting for him. He ignored them for now and padded over to the smaller door and opened it. A water closet. Not what he'd been expecting, but it looked functional with a small toilet and a showerhead off to one side. Not at all glamorous, but functional.
And none of this answered... where was he??
He sat up and looked around. This... was not the inn.
A bare, neutral, sparse room greeted his eyes. A tan rug the same color as the walls covered most of what looked like a dull wooden floor. A small window in the center of one wall with some sort of filament over it let in a surprising amount of light while fuzzing out anything that might be on the other side. A desk with a wooden chair sat under the window with a neat stack of papers and two pencils. The bed he sat on stood in the corner with a trunk at the foot, and an identical bed stood on the opposite wall. Two doors broke the monotony of the walls. One looked like maybe a closet door, and the other had no handle on the inside. Beyond that... there was nothing.
He rose slowly and slipped out of the bed, standing on the cold floor. He was wearing what felt like a thin, breathable shirt and grey trousers with an elastic waist and no shoes. He felt like he was wearing some kind of sleepwear. His foot knocked something, and he looked down to see a pair of thin, indoor shoes waiting for him. He ignored them for now and padded over to the smaller door and opened it. A water closet. Not what he'd been expecting, but it looked functional with a small toilet and a showerhead off to one side. Not at all glamorous, but functional.
And none of this answered... where was he??
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