intriquet detail scrolled into the upper ceilings of brass and pilars..
the marble floors so shiney and cool.. yet bold were the walls that surrounded the open space.. walls made of plaster and tailored with silks..
Mrs. Wartzog. "You accomplished a lot. Cheap Plaster and scribblings on the walls that look like a three year old did them. Never did care for brass much. Gaudy and Junky looking if you ask me..." As the cranky woman droned on and on, all Torg could think of was...