Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
When you arrive in the kitchen, it's rather bustling. All manner of staff scurry to and fro, the smells of cooking food assail you - roast pork, fragrant duck, spices, and other scents you cannot begin to recognise. Looks like the evening meal for the manor is being prepared.
A small girl carrying a bowl of peeled potatoes glances at you as she passes, freezes, stares, and damn near drops the bowl as she runs on her way as though pursued by the Princes themselves. How odd.
A small girl carrying a bowl of peeled potatoes glances at you as she passes, freezes, stares, and damn near drops the bowl as she runs on her way as though pursued by the Princes themselves. How odd.