"Is this the place?"
Herbert followed Svanni into the deepest level of the City Lord's Mansion ruins, blinking at the intact chamber in front of him.
"The place you want to bring me to... is this the interrogation room?"
"Yes, this is it."
Svanni walked in, nodded slightly, and said softly:
"This is the room that only the current Great Mother of the Moore Clan can enter, also where they train their most loyal slaves."
"As for your interpretation, well, in the eyes of other races it might be seen as an interrogation room...though I don't see much resemblance."
Upon hearing this, Herbert smirked and couldn't help but quip: "I think your Dark Elves have a questionable sense of aesthetics."
Is this really different?
Herbert glanced around; there was simply nothing proper worth describing!
You tell me, is this right?
Svanni heard Herbert's quip, smiled faintly, and shook her head: "Haha, perhaps."
