“I… Um… I…” Noah felt he needed to say something, but the confusion had worn him out and his brain couldn’t collaborate with him.

“Amrod, Noah has had a long day. You should not scare him with these stories. Come Noah, I’ll take you to your room.” She walked up to him and laid a hand on his back leading him out of the room. “Amrod, if you will, excuse us”

He smiled and gestured them to leave. Noah couldn't really decide if he was relieved not having to know more or anxious that some things were left out. Either way he followed Gayhla out the door and down the stairs. Just before they reached the floor a group of Centaurs entered the room. Their noisy entrance got quite a lot of attention. The leader looked like a real fighter, his long, blonde hair hadn't been washed for what looked like ages. Some of it was tied on the back of his head. His well used bow he carried over his sunburned torso. Scars were scattered all over his skin. His fur had once been honey golden but you could hardly tell because of the patches of dirt and blood. When he saw Noah and Gayhla he laughed and screamed: 

"Ay! Gayhla! I thought this was known as the House of Peace not the House of Slaughter?" 

Gayhla smiled at the centaur an laughed a little. 

"Do you think I would sent these before you then?"  

In between everyone's laughers he smiled at her. 

"Touché, my dear" He returned to his little gang. 

Gayhla smiled as she lead Noah into a corridor. The corridor was white too, but this was another tone, a more calming hue. Black beaks were positioned throughout the corridor. Noah figured it was more of a decoration than a safety aspect since they were inside a mountain. The further they walked  the smaller the corridor got. It was almost like Gayhla had read his mind. 

"These corridors are specially designed. The further the corridor reaches the smaller it gets. therefor everyone can have a room perfect for their size, troll, elf or fairy. Quite clever according to me."  

"Yeah" He answered with a lack of any sort of emotion. 

"And this is your room. It should fit you perfectly" Noah walked into the room. It had the same color as the corridor. It contained a bunk bed, a nightstand, a desk and a wardrobe. The desk and the bed covered the wall on the right, and the wardrobe was combined with the wall on the left and beside it was door. Noah guessed it was some form of loo. The nightstand stood by the wall straight ahead, under a small window. Well, it was some kind of window, it didn’t have any glass or so, but it provided the room with light which gave the illusion of a window. 

"Thanks!" He smiled at her and closed the door. 

"Good night" She said through the door. Noah walked to the bed in some form of trance. He sat down and buried his head in his hands just to realize he still held the sword. He threw the sword to the other side of the room as he slid to the corner of the bed. He started crying like he never had before.