The Desolation of the Shadowed Scullery

Amidst the claustrophobic and lightless corridors of the servants quarters, the remains of the thralls and their kobold lackeys lie scattered. The air is thick with the copper scent of old blood and the acrid musk of the scaled creatures. Tucked into small, crude footlockers and hidden within the lining of tattered velvet livery, several items of significant value have survived the corruption of the castle's residents. It appears these servants were not merely workers but scavengers of their master's cast-off luxuries.