Lying Eyes

There was a large spiral staircase they approached. She walked up and followed it to the second floor. SHe walked down the long dark corridor.

She turned and opened a door which revealed behind it a room which was very large. Once again everything seemed medieval and off to the right of the room there could be seen a bathroom with mirrors down the wall.

"Gemma, this will be where you will be staying. There is a bathroom where you can clean up..."

She turned to walk out and looked at Al.

"The room across from her door...there (she points) will be your room."

"I must retire now...feel free to roam the house but please avoid both the basement and attic."

She turned and walked away

[Gemma Ward]

Genmma nodded "Thank you again."

Gemma turned to Al, "Have a good night."

She entered her room and looked around. After a bit, she left her room and returned to the entry to grab her pack. Once she was back in her bed room she began to undress and head to the bathroom. She washed her hair and her body and returned to her room to dress in her night clothes. She then washed her dress in the sink.

After all of this was done, she lay down on the bed and drifted to sleep. She hadn't slept in a bed this soft since she left home. It felt good and reminded her of what she had left behind when she joined the amor.

[Cain]

"Er, right, good night. "
He scratched behind one of his ears, thinking.
"Huh, wonder what's wrong with the attick and basment."
He opened the door to his room
With a sigh he went to his bed and just staired at it. Then took his cloak off and made a bundle by it laying on the ground.
"I hate when they peak my curiousity like that...I'm proabably going to be up half the night thiking about it now..."

Catalina peaked around the corner to see both of the visitors enter their rooms. She heard running water and waited a bit more until she slipped back into the hallway and walked further down the hallway to a closet door. She opened it and walked down a long spiral bring staricase and came to a large brass door. Slipping in a key she took a look over her shoulder to see if any had followed.
Upon entering she locked the door firmly behind her. The basement had survived the war when most of the house had barely made it through.
She pulled out a book of matches and lit several torches hanging on fixtures against the wall.
The place had a damp dark feeling about it; however, it smelled like the lilac candles that remained lit almost all the time. The scent relaxed her and soothed her into another world, another place. No matter how dark that place was she was forced to enter it, whether by will or forced.

[Cain]

Al layed on his back, twidling his thumbs.
". . . . maybe its where she has some secreat labratory.... Or she could be a mass murderer and keeps the skinned bodies down there.... some sort of cult worship thing with weird candles and magic designs.... pirate treasure....naw....probably just old junk... maybe a secreat mine shaft entrance...."
He continued theorising.