Thread:Dragonsoul1197/@comment-34012245-20191127050545/@comment-132.251.2.164-20191211050309

((Rip sorry, wikia ate my post and then I forgot))

Torchlight illuminated the area Elio was looking at. The walls were made of stone, some places mossy, some places cracked. The room itself was vast; the light didn't reach far enough that he would be able to see further. Maybe he should ask Aereon to light the flames.

His table was small but comfy. Old, too. Two chairs were set, for him and his dear wife. The sound of something dripping far off could be heard faintly.

Aereom returned from somewhere, presumably the kitchen. Floating by her side was a plate with bread and baked chicken. She set it in front of Elio (with silverware and all) and sat down herself in the other chair.

"I hope it's good. Been a few yesrs since I last needed to cook." She smiled genuinely. "Were you in the Underworld all this time? I believe we have quite a bit to catch up on."