DSA Nameless Nights

he air is still in this compact chamber, where order has long since given way to chaos. Piles of crumpled paper and ink-stained ledgers scatter across the desk like fallen leaves, the dim starlight peeking through the window casting jagged shadows. The faint scent of wax and parchment lingers, while a small Travian statue stands quietly in the corner, fresh offerings resting at its feet—a rare moment of reverence amid the disarray. Hanging from a rusted iron hook near the door is a keyring, the keys catching the faint light, promising access to secrets hidden within the ancient walls of the baths. Beneath a leaning stack of records lies a leather-bound tome, its weathered spine whispering of the building's history—clues from a time long past.