Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190803214351

The dining room was huge, with a ceiling that must've been twenty feet above her. A massive, unevenly cut oaken table dominated the center of the room. Like the sitting room she'd come from, this one also had a fireplace. It, too, burned.

The piano was especially loud here. It was all she could hear, overpowering the crackling of the fire, even her own racing heartbeat.

The table was set and prepared for eight guests, with the table's head seemingly reserved for the host.

There was no doorway out of the room, although there was plenty of furniture that could've stored items of interest. To her left was a large cupboard took up one corner, an armoire on the other side of the table opposite it.

On her right, Morgan could see that a wooden divider separated the right side of the room from view, creating a butler's pantry. Morgan could smell something from there.

It smelled like fresh pork.