Shadow Reconnaissance

I advanced into the perpetual gloom beneath the massive sofa, stepping silently over the dense carpet. Amidst the gray dust dunes, my gaze locked onto a foreign object: a stray, polished silver coin half-buried in lint. With calculated precision, I pinned the edge with the hilt of my weapon, flipping it into the faint light leaking under the skirt. It bears the metallic visage of an unknown ruler—a relic of this domain. I retrieved it, securing it behind a sturdy wooden leg. This perimeter now holds currency, and I hold the high ground in the dark.