[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[It's exactly the one you are used to, but it seems a little wooden, lacking in detail. Like it's imagined by someone who hasn't seen it many times. The front doors are closed but the servant's door to the side is unlocked.]
[ That suits Jupiter fine. As soon as he sees it he knows it likely won't have any of the other more hidden exits and entrances he's familiar with too. He slips through the servants door! ]
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