Grand Refectory

The Grand Refectory stands silent for now, long tables lined in perfect rows beneath the vaulted stone arches. The scent of old bread and hearth smoke lingers faintly in the air, as though the walls themselves remember every meal ever shared here. Though empty, the room hums with the echo of laughter and the soft clatter of dishes long since cleared away, waiting for the next gathering to fill it with life once more.