Fin walked towards the massive stone doors. Arachne moved with him. Her hands were held loosely at her sides, but her entire body was coiled with readiness.
He stopped a few paces from the doors. The silence returned, heavy, expectant.
"Who's out there?" Fin called out. His voice echoed slightly in the hall.
A voice answered from the other side of the stone doors. It was female, calm, resonant, with a musical quality that seemed to vibrate in the very stone.
"A traveler. Seeking shelter. And perhaps, a conversation with the new master of this… interesting domain."
Fin frowned. Traveler? Master of the domain? How did they know? How did they find this place without triggering the wards?
"Identify yourself," Arachne called out. Her voice was sharp, challenging.
A soft chuckle answered from beyond the doors. "Names are such fleeting things, my dear. But you may call me… Lyra."
