[Benedict was in the portrait room whenever Caitlyn walked in one evening. He was immersed in examining one of the paintings of an aristocratic male. That was, unfortunately, all that could really be discerned. Like so many of the portraits here the face was indistinguishable and nothing Benedict did could fix it. His Companion fed Benedict a few emotions but nothing pertinent.
He glanced towards Caitlyn as she entered, the creak of the door giving her presence away. His expression shifted into a polite smile as he recognized her.]
Ms. Kiramman. [He greeted.] What do you make of this place?
wildcard -- portrait room
He glanced towards Caitlyn as she entered, the creak of the door giving her presence away. His expression shifted into a polite smile as he recognized her.]
Ms. Kiramman. [He greeted.] What do you make of this place?