†You walk cautiously into the next room. Stunned, once more, by the room's virtue, you swallow and let your eyes feed upon the sights. So many questions dance through your mind, both from curiousity and awareness. As you move into the center of the room, it catches your eye. You stop dead in your tracks and turn slowly to face it. Peering up, you look at it. It is a portrait, painted, and older. It is of a mature female, breath takingly beautiful and seductive looking. Who could have painted this? Who is it of? Quickly, your second question is answered. The lady of the house. You stare up in awe.†



†There is no doubt in your mind. The women you gaze about, is the women that the legends captured in their stories. But how can this be, you ask yourself. You know this picture is very old, making this lady dead, or extermly old. Perhaps the house really has been left untouched in centuries, but that would not explain how the plants in the house are so kept up, and the house clean. Someone still comes to this house at least. From walking, you know that there is no one around for miles, that is known for a fact. This mansion is the only building around for miles. As you eye the picture, creeking of footsteps upstairs sound again. Shiving, you try to turn from the portrait. Oddly, you find yourself staring forward into the women's eyes, unable to turn away. They are so life-like, you tell yourself. Shuttering, you quickly jerk your eyes away and face a doorway. From where you stand, you see that the room holds pictures and canvas'. Finally, you have found the gallery. But do you dare to enter?†

To the Gallery?
To the Mainhall?