The door opens to a large, squarish dining hall. The air is thick with dusty and a moldy smell, and it’s quite chilly and drafty.
A long, thread-bare carpet cuts through the center of two broken tables with stool and leads up to a podium. On top of the podium is a table with a dusty table cloth and four chairs, two of which seem to have collapsed with age. Behind this on the wall is a torn tapestry. It’s a deep purple with a black birdcage sewn in.
There are lot’s of doors leading off of this room. two across from the mare with wooden doors that seem to have collapsed within themselves or back into whatever room they lead too. Two stone doors to the west and east between the podium and the long tables, and two to the west and east right beside the door she is near.
