Nightmare sat atop an old wooden chair, legs creaking as he moved this way and that, shuffling through all of the bottles on his desk. Papers littered the tabletop, the floor, and nearby cabinets. The room was poorly lit. The single light that hung from a thin string. It flickered and swayed from side to side. He only looked up when he had finally noticed that someone had entered his secret workspace.

You should know by now that you shouldn’t be exploring this area of the manor.