"John, its good to have a woman around here." He smirked while leading her inside, the doors opened to a entryway, with murderholes in the roof. Anyone above could pepper someone passing through with arrows, boiling oil or something else equally nasty it seemed, but there did not seem to be anything coming as they made their way to the opposing end, and to the closed doors there. The side walls had lost their paneling, a bit of stone showing, supports amidst remnants of the wooden paneling.<br/><br/>As he lead her to the room beyond, she was greeted to a view of what may have been a great hall. There was dust all around, and staircases along the sides leading up to the second story, a 'balcony' surrounding the arear. There were doors ahead, and to both sides, and to same directions above in the second floor. The staircases on the side walls, leading up. "So, now that we're inside, how about you hand me the tunic and I'll set it on a string to dry, its been rainy in the morning and that might help keep it clean."<br/><br/>His hand at her side slipped down some though, giving a brush over her bottom, fondling along 'Maria's backside' there.