To your left is a heavy wooden door, its fine oaken features obscured by iron bars and the glittery aura of magic. From the room beyond, you hear the muffled scuffle of heavy wooden furniture shuffling from place to place, the thumps and flutters of indecisive tomes swapping perches, and the faint but dedicated pound-pound-pound of portraits and paintings migrating from wall to wall.

“Kabros’s Unstoppable Decorator”, the Wizard grumbles. “Haven’t been able to use that room for months.”