Willoughby strains to lift Fierce, and the two head down the corridor. They reach the tunnel intersection--
--and are suddenly moving through a small, rather dimly lit hallway* lined with various tools and minor furniture. A hoe, a shovel, a trowel, and a rake are easily visible, and there is a blank spot on the wall where an axe might have been. All are neatly arrayed and well-maintained, and the wooden floor is clean. Doors outlined in a dark, mahogany-like wood extend to the left and right. "We'll take her to the four-poster, I think," says Willoughby, puffing with the effort of carrying Fierce and nodding towards the second door on the right. As Maya passes by the rooms, she can see an assortment of things stacked on top of dressers or sitting on shelves: a disused fish tank, a block and tackle, a neatly coiled hemp rope, several black canes hanging on hooks...
Getting Fierce through the doorway is difficult, but manageable. The interior of the room is largely taken up by a white four-poster bed with a canopy, its sheets neatly made up and fluffy pillows placed near the headboard. "It's alright, I never use it," remarks Willoughby as the pair arranges Fierce diagonally on the bed, with her head on the pillows. The ends of her legs dangle off the side, but it's much better than nothing.
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*It's a small hallway by Willoughby's definition of "small hallway". It is easily big enough to accommodate a horse turned sideways.
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