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SotirasThe door was made of a lighter wood than the makeshift lab’s with a slight reddish brown hue. Feathers were etched into the frame of the door, made to look as if they were falling and intertwining with the leaves floating down beside them. The top of the frame held two large birds, their sharp beaks crossed like the swords of guards, with talons loosely clutching what looked to be olive branches.
“Ah. Wrong door. That one is off limits I’m afraid.” he says, gaze lingering on the birds above for a moment before motioning for them to follow.
He guides them a little back down the hall to a different door, the wood matching the makeshift lab’s, complete with a faded grain. The mild wear and tear blending it slightly against the worn wallpaper of the rest of the hall. The knob ground against the base as it turned before finally dislodging with a few firm twists. The door needed only a little less convincing before it opened, the hinges creaking slightly. He sighs, muttering something about oil and replacements before stepping inside and holding the door open for them.
This room was smaller than the lab but roomy enough to comfortably host four to five guests.A fireplace occupied one part of the far wall and a set of windows occupied a divot in the wall in front of it. Beneath the sil was a round table covered by a white doily with two chairs, one of them moved out of place. Low backed armchairs were tucked in the corners of the room next to the door while a sofa with plush pillows lined the wall beside the fireplace. At the center of the room and above a large rug was a scattering of light chairs and small tables. On top of one of them was a box of matches and an oil lamp.
Ilian makes his way over to it, moving it to a more secure surface before lighting the wick, and placing the glass globe over the flame. It burns brightly, illuminating the room a bit better than the light pouring in from the hall. Dust covers the surface of most of the furniture save for the sofa along the wall and the table beneath the windows.
He turns back to them, gesturing vaguely towards the various seats in the room. “You are free to move about and make yourself at home, I will be back in a little while. Just please be careful. And do not touch the flame.”
The last thing he needed was for the house to go up in flames with them alongside it. Though he thinks the people in town would enjoy an additional ghost story. Not that they hadn’t already made more than enough tales about the property.
The matches on the table catch his eye and he pockets it without another moment’s thought. Pausing in the door frame he assures them that he would remain in the house, just down another hall. He leaves the door open a crack, footsteps gradually fading back down the hall.
“Ah. Wrong door. That one is off limits I’m afraid.” he says, gaze lingering on the birds above for a moment before motioning for them to follow.
He guides them a little back down the hall to a different door, the wood matching the makeshift lab’s, complete with a faded grain. The mild wear and tear blending it slightly against the worn wallpaper of the rest of the hall. The knob ground against the base as it turned before finally dislodging with a few firm twists. The door needed only a little less convincing before it opened, the hinges creaking slightly. He sighs, muttering something about oil and replacements before stepping inside and holding the door open for them.
This room was smaller than the lab but roomy enough to comfortably host four to five guests.A fireplace occupied one part of the far wall and a set of windows occupied a divot in the wall in front of it. Beneath the sil was a round table covered by a white doily with two chairs, one of them moved out of place. Low backed armchairs were tucked in the corners of the room next to the door while a sofa with plush pillows lined the wall beside the fireplace. At the center of the room and above a large rug was a scattering of light chairs and small tables. On top of one of them was a box of matches and an oil lamp.
Ilian makes his way over to it, moving it to a more secure surface before lighting the wick, and placing the glass globe over the flame. It burns brightly, illuminating the room a bit better than the light pouring in from the hall. Dust covers the surface of most of the furniture save for the sofa along the wall and the table beneath the windows.
He turns back to them, gesturing vaguely towards the various seats in the room. “You are free to move about and make yourself at home, I will be back in a little while. Just please be careful. And do not touch the flame.”
The last thing he needed was for the house to go up in flames with them alongside it. Though he thinks the people in town would enjoy an additional ghost story. Not that they hadn’t already made more than enough tales about the property.
The matches on the table catch his eye and he pockets it without another moment’s thought. Pausing in the door frame he assures them that he would remain in the house, just down another hall. He leaves the door open a crack, footsteps gradually fading back down the hall.