House of Thrawn

Crowded in a room so dank and so unpleasant, I could anticipate a swarm of blades and rotted threads pelting the floor. Thrawn was nowhere to look for, nor was it ever human. I pray that he could direct me to another place for peace and tranquility, but not now, this was bloody murder. Casting a shadow on a wall was a curvaceous apparition, so impressive yet intimidating, she decided not to be named. Any ghost would be female or animal. Sooner or later, I could escape by diving through a window without shattering it or detaching pieces of furniture.