
do to the magic of the Butter Goddess......sherpas have spent the day cleaning and fixing all the bullet holes so we have:
Beyond the door, you see a stone-worked room, with lovely wall hangings
and a bearskin rug set before a grand hearth of marble. The ceiling is adorned
by multiple mirrors, for reasons best left unthought of in most circumstances.
A monstrously large California King bed stands in the northeast corner, canopied
by silk, with satin sheets, and rotating on a raised dais. Dozens of candles illuminate
the room warmly, complementing the fire nicely.
but because the bearskin rug got a case of midnight munches and went out to a nearby pizza hut..... revealing on the floor a fairly new wooden trap door with a heavy iron ring in the middle. Strange runes are painting around an eye.....which opens and blinks at you :