She looked out from under her hood, the eight of them looking directly at her, their pupiless, lidless eyes staring, their faces without expression. Perhaps, once a long time ago, this may have unnerved her, but she was too far gone to be fazed by such simple things. She breathed slowly as she turned her head to regard the long room she was in. The pillars that supported the roof were chipped, the odd one or two fallen away completely, the corners and nooks and crannies where furniture lay. There a short table, there a disused bookcase, all covered in cobwebs and long abandoned by their makers. The floor was perennially covered with a layer of dust that not even her hooves seemed to disturb as she passed by.