"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.
In the kitchen, two stone tables sit against the western wall of this room, while a third occupies the southeastern corner. A small, square wooden butcher’s block stands in the northeast corner, now almost collapsing under its own weight. A stone oven sits in the middle of the north wall. A humanoid skeleton lies beneath the northwestern table, surrounded by smashed crockery. A door to the east and an open doorway to the south exit the room.
The skeleton is not animated like the ones at the front door, a rusted and pitted dagger lodged in its ribcage. Other than shards of broken pottery and vermin bones, there is nothing else of interest in the kitchen.
There is a door out of the kitchens to the east and doors between the kitchen and shrine to the east .
Djehuti follows at the rear of the group, their head buried in their notebook as they do their best to document everything the group is seeing.