"Place is creepier than every acre of the Dame's homeland put together," the Taldan sighed, a lock of hair loosening in shaking his head. Of course, he had never seen benighted Ustalav himself, but then Jolánka's every mention of the place had indicated how this was a blessing.
"I think this is the kitchen." Turning away from the mutilated corpse, Luke faced another darkened room to the north. He took some careful steps inside, suspicious eyes slowly taking in every worksurface and utensil left. "Maybe there's some spices left here to satisfy our clerical comedian..." Might as well give this space a quick look-through too.
