[Pyxis]
[As you tread down the red pathway, a regal octave of brass horns and cadence of drums slowly suffuse the air. As one gets closer, they might hear something a bit like winds, but of a strange harmony that doesn't match any instrument a Blank may have remembered. Strings on a slightly different chord and pitch, the range dancing at a joyous counterpoint to the solemn, majestic trumpets.
The room at the end of the red carpet is stone and the walls and windows themselves have a very Victorian Gothic feel to them. The stone is well worn and a cool breeze filters through, carrying the smell of a variety of different foods from all manner of earth nationalities. Polished wooden tables and benches sit through a cafeteria set up with almost military precision in spacing, and the serving area is barred off for the moment. Each of the trays on the table holds a large meal, still steaming hot, with a paper cup and straw of hot, black coffee. The portions are generous with open trays in the center of the table with bratwurst, sauerbraten, roasts of pork and beef, as well as heavy draughts of beer in generous flagons.
In front of Miranda's place is a single, empty dessert dish.
Two doors lead out of this room, though you can only make out darkness past each frame.]