<strong>"It is separate",</strong>Brandi nodded, leading them towards a bigger room where there was some kind of meal over a hearth. A young girl of maybe 13 was watching over it with a big spoon.<strong>"But she uses the central door, which means she has to pass through our part to get to her own rooms. Of course, she might have to open a door on the back, if - or when - she gets a bigger household...but that's something for the future. In the meantime, she's better served by this arrangement, since it means the door is always under watch".</strong><br/>The surrounding items, at least the ones normal for a household, were of obvious quality, but mostly lacked ornamentation. Some looked like they had seen Brandi's grand-grandfather, and planned to be used by his grand-grandchildren.<br/>All except the weapon rack they could glimpse at in the adjoining room, near the big, long table. That one was full of ornamentation, and contained swords and spears which looked nothing short of jewellery...as well as simple, unadorned blades with nothing to recommend them besides the nice proportions, and the way the sun gleamed from their edges.<br/><strong>"Brandi, you big oaf! Bring the guests to the table, and I'm going to serve a meal as soon as it's ready!",</strong>the young lady instructed them.<strong>"By the way, ladies, I'm Carla, and he's my brother. Don't trust anything the huge one says, especially if it might lead you to his bed!"</strong><br/>Brandi winced, and pointed them to the long table.<br/><strong>"Over here. Carla has woken in a bad mood again!"</strong>