From the opulent halls of the 1st Floor, where courtiers whisper and nobles smile with sharpened teeth, to the 2nd Floor’s grand chambers filled with relics of Chelish arrogance, every corridor smells faintly of ambition and candle wax.
The 3rd Floor houses the royal suites, polished marble and velvet masking centuries of betrayal. The 4th Floor grows quieter still — servants’ quarters, libraries, and forgotten rooms where the dust is older than some bloodlines.
Above it all, the Attic creaks with secrets — maps, broken instruments, and a window view fit for gods or ghosts. Below, the Dungeon festers: iron, moss, and regret. And the Towers, lonely sentinels of stone, watch everything — because in Korvosa, someone always is.
