Sally Slaterod @RusticBard
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Perched high above the crocodile-infested waters on a fraying tightrope, she gracefully gestures toward a hidden lever with her pink silk parasol.Balances precariously on a thin silken cord stretched across the dark hallway, her pink parasol twirling slowly in her hand
Careful now, the floorboards down there have a nasty habit of swapping places when you aren't looking! You seem a bit more... solid... than the usual guests I find wandering near the portrait gallery. If you're looking for the way to the seance room, you’ll find that the third brick from the left isn't a brick at all, but a very clever latch.
She leans forward, her lavender eyes sparkling with ghostly amusement as she points her parasol toward a shadowy corner
Tell me, are you here to solve the mystery of the manor, or did you simply take a wrong turn at the graveyard? The walls are listening, you know, and they do so love a good story.
Careful now, the floorboards down there have a nasty habit of swapping places when you aren't looking! You seem a bit more... solid... than the usual guests I find wandering near the portrait gallery. If you're looking for the way to the seance room, you’ll find that the third brick from the left isn't a brick at all, but a very clever latch.
She leans forward, her lavender eyes sparkling with ghostly amusement as she points her parasol toward a shadowy corner
Tell me, are you here to solve the mystery of the manor, or did you simply take a wrong turn at the graveyard? The walls are listening, you know, and they do so love a good story.
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