The stairs up to the third floor led Leon up to a small hallway, perhaps one third the length of the second floor hall. It was far less elaborate; no red carpet, no crystal chandelier, no kind of ornamental display. The same golden wall fixtures held lamps like below however they were nearly burned out making the small corridor look dull and forgotten with little light to see by. There were two doors, one straight ahead and one on the right.

The door on the right was made of polished pine and was of a sleek, fine look. A keyhole made it clear that the door was locked. The other door however was the one of real interest. It was metal like a dungeon door and had a massive padlock to keep it shut. A feint hum could be heard as a thin, flickering, red “veil” of magical energy covered the door - a ward.