Mulberry takes the pitchfork off the wall and examines it.

It doesn't seem like it would make a good weapon, at least not more than once. The painted decoration is light and feels fragile. She is pretty sure it would shatter quickly. She takes it anyway, though she can't really put it in her bag.

Mulberry then checks the cabinet. It has a lot of liquor in it. Interesting, but not something that would be particular useful in her current situation.

The archway leads into the kitchen, and from here she can look up the staircase. It looks like it leads to a wide attic, though she can't see much more than that from here.







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