User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150630105800


 * The area beyond the door is dimly lit and smells of fish. It seems to be a storage area of some sort; there are many more crates and nets lying around here. As in the yard outside, there isn't anybody patrolling here. The only sound to be heard is the screaming from upstairs: manic cries, sharp and hoarse, only recognizable as equine because they seem to be punctuated by desperate pleas for mercy.

* There are no stairs in sight, nor are there any lights to be turned on.*