The Arsenal

The Armory

Persephone lays her paw against the wall and the heavy, elegant doors swing inward. Warm light swells out and fills the hallway. It occurs to you that you aren't shivering anymore. And your clothes are significantly drier than they were a few moments ago. 

The ghostly canine lightly pads toward the light and you follow her to see...

a closet. 

Armory, you hear, in that light musical voice. 

Armory? 

You don't see any armor. 

You see clothing. Lots of clothing in different fabrics with intricate designs, some with pictures, some with swirls and loops others in muted earth tones. It looks like there used to be some kind of method to this madness, but currently there are only piles. Heaps and mounds of clothing, one of which you watch Persephone nuzzle into as she burrows out a spot in which she promptly curls up and closes her eyes. 

You wander around the room. 

There. On the back wall... 

There's a podium. And on the podium is a book. The book is a ledger. 

It is open to the table of contents and you can see a list of items with coordinating page numbers.


Examine the book 
Approach Persephone
Leave the armory