The cave is pitch black and smells of dank and mold. It's quiet except for a faint dripping noise from water overhead and the occasionally scurrying of an unseen rodent through the darkness. Barely discernable by the light of a torch is a small pile of bones in one corner. From what type of animal they are from is unclear.
Gallery, Cave
squire
woman
I am a woman who has a wealthy husband. I enjoy watching plays. I have all of the best dresses.
My, this Gallery is quite dank! Is this what our standards have fallen to? Well considering the bones in the corner, it does seem to be an unpleasant place. This is not the gallery I wished to attend! Ugh, do I hear a RAT?! Well we are in a cave is it quite possible. Disgusting!!! I am going to tell my husband about this as soon as I get home!!! Do you know the way out of here? No, but maybe if I yell loud enough the echo will tell me which way NOT to go! As a squire I feel a sense of duty to escort you out of this place madam. That is the least you could do for me! Do you know the way? Yes I do, though I still question how you found your way down here. I could ask you the same. I was coming to look at a gallery and heard it was here. Pardon my rudeness, but I would think the mold and smell may indicate it to not be a place for art.