The main beauty of this room is it's Arches. Four massive arches surround the four walls of this room with red drapes falling from each side. There are book shelves covered in old books that have collected dust, showing the room has been unoccupied for some time. In the center of the room is four blood red carpets that branch out to the four draped arches. The center of the room holds a dark oak-like wooden round table with a loan golden candle dimly lit in the center.
Arch Hall, Inside Castle
grounds keeper
man
I am a man who works in the smithy. I am muscular and smell like horses. I am hard-working and fair.
Hmm, this seems like a strange location for a couple of working fellows like us, don't you think? My good man! What better place to pass the time than in the Arch Hall, beholding the beauty of the King's Arches. Brings a tear to the eye, it truly does! What brings a tear to my eye is thinking about the poor, underpaid serfs who laboured to build these wondrous arches, only to have the King take the credit! Now now, that's no way to talk about the King. Without the King, who would bring justice to the realm and protect us from the forces of darkness? Feh! Forces of darkness, you say! I've n'ae seen any forces of darkness. Only the darkness of my hovel at night, due to the Kin's levy on candles! My job's to keep these grounds immaculate. Questions of gov'ment I'll leave to the King and his councillors. A place for everyone and everyone in their place, I say! Take those books, safely gathering dust in here as they should be, instead of giving folk funny ideas. Aye, keep the grounds in fine shape ye do, I'll give ye that. But yer brain is as thick as porridge! These books could be giving me bairns the knowledge to rule themselves, rather than live the life of backbreaking toil that we do... Thank ye kindly, good man. Are you sure? Those books contain the salacious diaries of Sir Pomplewitt von Froff, once banned by the church for their saucy contents. The devil, you say! Kept in such a fancy sanctotum like this, at the public expense?! I'd snatch one off the shelf and call ye a liar, I would, if I were not unfortunately illiterate! Aye, don't whisper a word of this, but I've heard it said that the Archbishop sometimes frequents these halls to 'study' the tomes, if ye get my meaning. Ye be a bit late with that! The whole city is awash with stories of the Archbishop! I think I'll take a few of these tomes with me, and see if I can find someone to decipher them. I'll wrap them in one of these fine red drapes, will look nice in me hovel, and please the Goodwife! Well, I didn't see ye, understand? Don't be disturbing the drapes though, my wife worked on those, take my cape instead!