You decide comfort should be your first priority for the night. While this may not be your house, the actual owner doesn't seem to be offering up any complaints,
and you might as well spend tonight in a nice place where you'll get a good sleep. You just hope the room with the ornate, antique door isn't locked. That room
must be cozy indeed.
Your hand clasps the wrought brass knob and twists. To your delight, it turns cleanly, and the door opens.
What greets your eyes looks like something out of a faerie tale, posh and sparkling beyond belief. It is lavishly furnished with a vanity, a bath, and a stately canopy
bed. You could just melt here and sleep until daybreak, without a worry in the world.
The strange thing, though, is it looks like it was even recently cleaned and prepared. It could be someone else's room, you realize. Also, and you shiver as you
think this, it could be whoever owns this house expected you and set this up. Your eyes dart about, wondering if you are being watched.