"Seems like. It's what them road brigands count on when they try to jump merchants what come to trade or noble carriages with their fancy girls for the Comtesse to finish off proper." Liddy swings her feet oh so casually without a care in the world for how to properly sit in a chair or, well. Address her betters.
TO her, there are none.
Tess despairs quietly across from Malcolm. "Not really. We all sleep in the bunkroom next to the kitchens, yeah? All the creepy stuff happens in the garden or the middle bit of the house. You know- not either wing but, around the wine cellar, the study and the like. Can't really stand the smell of the Cellar, it's all lye and must down there and that can be unsettling if you're walking past that hall at an odd hour. Sometimes smells like rotten eggs too. Or like someone's gone and made a big platter of food and carried it down there. Always passes in the morning."
Liddy peers at Tess, baffled.
"...I take WALKS when I can't sleep, awright? I'm allowed to walk!" Tess huffs, crossing her arms.
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TO her, there are none.
Tess despairs quietly across from Malcolm. "Not really. We all sleep in the bunkroom next to the kitchens, yeah? All the creepy stuff happens in the garden or the middle bit of the house. You know- not either wing but, around the wine cellar, the study and the like. Can't really stand the smell of the Cellar, it's all lye and must down there and that can be unsettling if you're walking past that hall at an odd hour. Sometimes smells like rotten eggs too. Or like someone's gone and made a big platter of food and carried it down there. Always passes in the morning."
Liddy peers at Tess, baffled.
"...I take WALKS when I can't sleep, awright? I'm allowed to walk!" Tess huffs, crossing her arms.