Isabel
The lady pats the black cat on the head and whispers to him, not
quietly enough, " Well, Spiteful, what do you think, boy? Should
we let her in?". The cat, Spiteful, meowed approvingly, as far as
you can tell.
The old woman beckons you to come in the shabby, dimly-lit castle. You
follow her down a long hallway which had an endless, red carpet and
the hall was lit by torches. Within 5 minutes or so, she stops at a
massive black door, not unlike the entrance door to the castle. She
knocks 3 times, and waits.
"I'm Isabel Rose of London." You introduce yourself.
