a mansion entry hallway with heavy, ironbound doors open. A grand but fractured marble floor stretches before you, still marked with the faint outline of an inlaid Golgarian family crest laced with the scent of wet stone, mold, and staleness. High above, tattered banners hang from a vaulted ceiling, their once-vibrant guild colors now reduced to muted smears. Cracks in the stone ceiling let in thin filters of bioluminescent light. See more