Motioning the party to stand back, Clint picked the lock on the secret door and opened it revealing the room beyond.
This place is a kitchen. A stone counter lines the southern wall, and a leering gargoyle head looks downward, moth open, into a clack sink at the counter’s end to the east. Worn smooth in places, a long stone table occupies the center of the room. Above it hangs a web of wrought iron, upon which dangle iron pots and utensils. Two huge fireplaces, each furnished with iron wire shelves and iron rods to set or suspend pots on, are set into the walls – one to the east and the other in an alcove to the north. Soot and ash are still piled in their bottoms. A pantry looms in the northwest corner, its shelves still holding a few shiny utensils and dishes, possibly of gold or brass. Unlike the musty areas you have explored so far, this room smells vaguely of death.
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