<br/>I frown, pacing the room ... that was the least helpful maid in history. I look through the drawers halfheartedly - I doubt there's anything interesting there. It's only a few minutes before the maid is back - as curious as I am, I'm hungrier still. As fast as I get to the door, the maid is gone faster - I can't tell if she's scared or just intent on being a pain. Either way, I snatch up my food and flop onto the armchair to eat. I'm not especially suspicious of the food, but if it tastes off I'm likely to set it aside. As I eat, I scan the room thoughtfully. Pretty average room, all things considered.<br/><br/>Assuming nothing interesting happens while I eat, I finish up and stand. Something is nagging at me, but I'm not sure what yet. I pull the rope experimentally, but the rope isn't an odd fixture. After a moment of thought, I realize what's been nagging me - the carpet. I head to the nearest corner and see if I can tug up part of the carpet - I can't imagine what would be under a carpet, but then, I can't imagine the point of throwing down that much carpet if there isn't anything, either. I feel silly even trying, honestly, but I've found it always pays to be curious. I'm impatient to talk to some of the other guests, but this just takes a moment.