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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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The Kitchen was how they had expected it, though far less extravagant than the royal palace back in Raerith. In the monarchy, a full team of a dozen different servants were staffed at the kitchen at any time usually, so it was big and had to have enough room to breathe. After all, it cooked for the [i]entire[/i] palace. The servants, slaves, nobles, royalty, all of them. The kitchen nearly operated 24/7. Even more so when balls, feasts, and other such events were held. She sometimes just watched the hustle and bustle of the kitchens - the servants were usually fairly friendly, and sometimes even gave her little snacks when she was younger. Her younger brother liked to joke that all the extra food went to ahem, [i]places.[/i]

...right, no. Couldn't get homesick, Izzy.

Checking the first room, there seemed to be some sort of armory. Old swords hung on the walls, still in usable though tarnished weapons. Prescott picked one up, curious as to its construction. Like everything else in this land, simple and seemed to be made for practicality over showmanship. He'd have the blacksmith look at it later.

The next room was more interesting - pristine condition almost. The only signs of age was a thick layer of dust covering everything. In the middle of the room sat a few fancy looking jars. Curiosity getting the better of her, Isabella picked one up and studied it for a few seconds. Looked like some sort of jam, maybe? Glass? She wasn't sure, but it was left here so maybe it was something useful? She fumbled with the lid for a few seconds before pulling or twisting it off.

Valora was quietly inspecting the rest of the room, and Prescott was still studying that old sword.