Novice
Maggie couldn't believe this was happening. She was in the basement of a tavern, next to the only working light bulb in the room. She knew she wasn't alone, but everything was in shadows except for the corner where she stood. A rickety card table held a desk lamp, shining down like a miniature spotlight at a torn, stained, mattress on the floor. Between the blasting of the jukebox, and the general noise level coming from upstairs, you'd have to fire a cannon to make a "suspicious noise in...