A flicker of motion catches your eye as you turn to see what it is you notice the disembodied skeletal hands of a Gor tog sweeping an area next to the rug. After a moment the rug is lifted up by one of the phantom hands and the dirt is swept under it. The glowing manacles around the wrists of the bones tells you it is the ghost of a slave.

Distingushed laughter of lords and ladies echos hollowly throughout the hall for a moment, sending shivers up and down your spine.

You notice a slender pair of disembodied skeletal hands dusting the mantle on the grand fireplace. After they finish with the mantle they reset the pokers and shovels that have accidently fallen over.

Something bumps into you but when you turn to look you see nothing.



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