Broken crates, old rusty cages... junk scattered everywhere. This place truly is a mess. A quite large attic in itself, yet it's entrance hidden well within the heart of the palace. If it hadn't been for the thoroughness of the group this place had remained a secret for longer if not forever. The floor boards screech and ache under every step taken and it seems that, the more one walks on the merrier can be found. What began as a small page here and there has now turned into far more frequent findings of them. All written upon... yet not everything readable anymore. Some pages torn, some words simply scribbled out... Then sudden noise- pappers fluttering down onto the ground from a nearby table. A light, yet audible gasp in the darkness... Followed by silence once more...