Francesco did not budge from the table he was sitting at as the massive beast approached. It wasn't as large as the Giant Wolves of Ulrikadrin, but it was hard to remember that when he was eye to eye with the creature. It eyed him solemnly for a moment, and then turned its head to reveal the letter tucked into its grey collar. Trying to suppress his nerves, Francesco commanded his arm not to shake as he reached over and pulled the missive free. The animal looked at him with unnatural intelligence, nodded once, and then turned and left.
When he arrived at the top of the very long central staircase, he took a moment to catch his breath and noted the recessed portcullis in the roof and the reinforced steel door that barred entry. As he approached, it swung open noiselessly, and the first thing he noticed was the sinister anti-glow of the steel pillar in the center of the room. Scattered around it as if to demonstrate how little the occupant cared about such a sinister force in the room were shockingly ordinary pieces of furniture, and windows opened on all sides to breathtaking views of the mountains. Among all this, the Wizard of Karag Nar sat elegantly by the hearth, flipping her way through a book filled with Dwarvish runes. Her shadow, stretching across the room by the light of the fire, turned to regard him; several seconds later, the Wizard followed suit, and Francesco noticed she was being orbited by the few wisps of woodsmoke that escaped the Runes of the fireplace's flue.