"Let's go to the kitchen. Derek said there was one in here when we got to our rooms yesterday."
And with a bit of a struggle, we managed to land ourselves in the grounds of a massive cookery. It seemed so old, yet designer fashioned, almost as if it came out of the 20th century.
Emmanuel had already begun to roam, flipping his head in and and every direction he can look, to find something to fill his stomach. I stared at the two bit chandelier, hanging with flames to accompany it's snowflake appearance. Below it, in the middle, was an island, with platters of silver and gold, empty. My eyes were fixated on it, scanning through everything set upon it unintentionally. I stroll towards it, leaning my staff onto it. Emmanuel turned around and saw me. While he approached, he froze.
