As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice some of the room is lit by actual candles and you guess gas lights. It is supplemented with electric lights at key areas. There is about every 10-20 feet a half column of stone and brick work. The walls are ornate combination of plaster, stone work, and even fabric or carpeting. Tapestries with family crests and medieval theme is key through out. There is a desk to the right next to a door way to what looks like a library.

Glancing within you see a combination of old tombs, modern books, and even a new media section. You think you can hear someone in the back probably reading or some other work out of the way. Its a little better lit in there, at least at the tables between long rows of books.

On the left seems to be some conference rooms, basic long tables with chairs all around and a podium at one end neared the doors. Some seem to be classrooms perhaps.

At the far end where you are heading is a wide heavy marble stair well. The hand rails must be 3 feet wide, the support pillars to it is about a foot and a half wide and very stocky looking. The grand path is with a purple carpet that is anchored at each step in the inner corner. It looks even from a great distance to be velvet and with patterns of dragons, serpents, and various wild animals in a semi-Celtic design woven into the velvet. Behind the stairs is a set of stairs heading to the lower level. There is a warm soft light drifting into the hall from up the stairs.

You can hear a fireplace somewhere crackling. A sound of music, perhaps dancing is faintly heard... But it seems muffled with all the carpeting and tapestries all over. The smell of various cooking's and food drift around. 'Maybe they are not hungry? .... please GAWD!' And other smells unclear also mingle in the air.

Your escort is pulling you to the stairs.

Then you notice a tall lady walking down the stairs, looks like school administrator or a business type. Hair is done up in a tight bun with what looks like two chop sticks holding it together. Her outfit is with a black business coat and tight short black business dress. Her blouse is white and either really clean cotton or silk. In her hands is a folder and papers she is reading intently. As she steps down the stairs in her black high heels and silky stalkings she turns to notice you two with her Franklin style glasses and ponders your presence obviously intent on something.

"So is he the one who failed? Looks like he signed the waiver." She says sternly and firmly to your escort. "Both of you come here."

She is looking at you expressionless almost like you are not important, surveying the property. The Glum girl kinda gives you a look that says she is not happy with encountering this person and would rather be elsewhere....