Walking down the corridor to Adelaide's quarters grows dim in light, all nooks and crannies shadowed by a blanket of darkness. The only light that breaks the sullen corridor is from a high up window just before the entrance of her room which is closed off from the world with a large medieval style wooden door.
Once entering the room and closing the loud creaking door behind you, the sight before you is two large book cases a long black lounge chair. There is absolutely no light but those from a candle. Between the book shelves lies Adelaide's bed chambers. This room is normally covered in darkness with closed curtains during the day and the darkness of the night upon night. The only real light that illuminates the room is from the moon.