<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oQFR42s.jpg)</div><br/>Nothing untoward happened as Arisa traveled the hallways other than the creeping sensation that she was not alone, that eyes were constantly on her back as she moved through the house.  She noted candelabras on the walls, but the candles that had been inside the glass sconces had long ago burned to nothing.  She knew that she had candles in her bag and could replace them and light them, but held off on doing so as she explored the hallways north of the gallery.  She found seven doors, four in the eastern hall, three in the western hall.  It was impossible to know if there were any rooms behind it other than the ones the doors led to without opening them, and likewise impossible to tell what might be beyond.  Putting her ear to the door she listened but again heard nothing, frustratingly giving her no firm clue as to what may lay beyond.  The only clue she got was when she shone her lantern down the servants stairs and saw several pots and pans on shelves lining the staircase.  She suspected that might mean it was a kitchen downstairs, but she couldn't be certain of that without descending the stairs.