Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190807135024

"Vension, pork.  I don't quite label everything, truth be told." As Morgan arrived in the dining room, Mister Fingers appeared out of the butler's pantry, carrying a silver tray. Juicy slabs of meat were piled on it, seared and faintly charred around the edges. He set it at the center of the table.

"Please, have a seat,  Your friends will be joining us soon.  I would not like them to think I am an ungratious host.  Mmm, what proposal will I make to them?  Perhaps a game of charades?"

The keycard would fit.

The furniture itself looked expensive. There were few drawers used as placements for decorations, as well as a cupboard. Another door led into the bedroom.