[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/Rv19JNM/Marrok-Bar.jpg[/img] [color=7ea7d8][b]Location:[/b] Manor[/color] | [color=7ea7d8][b]Interactions:[/b] Open[/color][/center] "[color=7ea7d8]Mmm.[/color]" The stoic grunt was Marrok's signal that he was paying attention, taking in all the names and information, but also lost in thought. The biggest concern filling the room seemed to be the whereabouts and intentions of their mysterious host. He looked on as a couple of these recently made acquaintances seemed to splinter off in search for answers. The mutt's inquisitive nature certainly tempted him to do the same, to scratch that itch of curiosity and venture into the unknown in hopes of finding their reclusive proprietor. Marrok's stomach rumbled a bit. He looked down with a small frown, as if embarrassed by the fact that he hadn't feasted in some time. The wildlife in the wood should certainly provide ample meals in the days to come, but Marrok wanted something now. Therefore there was only one destination of import: the kitchen. Marrok flexed his nostrils as he took in breaths of air, attempting to track and pick up the smell of meats and morsels. The manor's unknown, but certainly substantial, age gave the halls their own overpowering fragrance. It was the sort of smell you attribute to antique artifacts. The aroma of time. Such a sent did a good job of masking and hiding all the others, making Marrok's task all the more difficult as he tried to locate a pantry. He had hardly ever seen a kitchen reside on an ascended story, so he silently made up his mind to stay on the ground level and go east to see what he could behold.