<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/aSqCYlG.jpg) (http://i.imgur.com/fskvuq3.jpg)</div><br/>Arisa pushed open the first door, unsure of what to expect, and found the room empty of horrific creatures or scenes of servant rape.  There was that at least.  Pushing the door open wide she stepepd in to inspect the contents of the room.  It was full from floor to ceiling with shelves and all sorts of 'feminine' pursuits.  There were knitting needles and old dust covered yarn by the dozens, possibly hundreds.  There were sewing kits and stitching patterns.  Her lantern flashed over a large wooden cross stitching frame, cloth hanging in tatters from it.  It appeared that there had been fabric in the frame at one point but it had rotted through and now the fabric hung limply from the large square wooden frame.  She shone her light over padded stools and a single large chair that appeared to rock when sat in.  She had no doubt that this was the domain of the woman of the house.<br/><br/>There were no windows in this room however and the darkness wherever her light did not shine directly seemed to be an almost living, palpable thing, eager to swallow the light as soon as she moved her lantern's cone shaped gaze onwards.  She noticed a door in the northern wall right next to the one she'd just entered through, and wondered if she should explore this room or move on.  It was hard to tell as the ever present feeling of being watched was even stronger now and some primitive primal part of her brain was telling her that she should not just move on, but flee this house, leave now, get out, she didn't belong here.