This tower is dark and dingy, and the hall is rather bleak. There are doors, all with large locks on them, closed tightly. Without a word, you take a step in. There are a few torches that are still burning high, but otherwise the hall way is dark.
"Amervalle, come look at this!" says a small, squeaky voice. Two mice-like creatures run up to you, smiling. One is mint green with wings, and the other is black with purple markings. It was the black one that spoke.
"A wanderor?" squeaks the green. "Well, Norganounk here has found something quite rare." She smiles. "I am sorry to say, but everyone who lives here is out for the evening in the party. Please go."
"What are you?" you ask before you leave. They can't be mice.
"We are Veeri." They say in unison.
