House of Penthru:Entertainment Room

This room would have been elegant with two long tables and two couches from which guests can chat or watch the entertainment. This room is spacious with 15 columns, brightly colored with scripts (Welcoming guests with blessing from the gods). Light comes in from evenly spaced windows at the top, which also allows for a cross breeze to circulate the air. The breeze however only tosses around the pungent aroma of unwashed bodies and decomposing trash. The two couches have mostly been flattened by a half dozen bodies and covered in blankets as makeshift beds. Mats have been laid out between the couches to create the amagamation. The marble tables look like they’ve been repaired at least once before being burdened by whatever alchemy chipped and blackened their surfaces. The far-left corner has stairs going up to the 3rd floor. Near the tables in the large chair sits a man shrouded in a stained cloak. His fingers are stained black, and his face is pale giving him a grim lord appearance. The man in the lounge chair is perturbed by the characters entering the house.

How dare you enter unannounced! This is my house and you should respect it!

Obviously no one should be squatting in Wati's Necropolis as it's been sealed, but that hasn't stopped grave robbers. The main reason, though it’s also a safety precaution, to prevent carrying diseases or curses back into the city.
Anyone with a background in Mumia or the criminal element, can guess on the smells that this is a mumia den, where they have been snorting/smoking powdered mummies. Though in this case, they may have gone further to get their own source. They have occupied the lobby for some time as you can see from the molding foodstuffs and trash scattered. .
The Man’s jaw looks distended, like it had to move for his teeth, which are angled and crooked. While talking with him may have some effect, he’s gone mad with Ghoul Fever. He rants for a little bit on how it’s The Pharaoh’s fault or the gods fault, or the river’s fault that Cursed his fields and made him a desolate criminal. He walks near the table as he monologues, which disturbs the others’ sleep. These people also show skin discoloration and one really looks like he’s been dead (milky eyes, distended belly) for a day or so. As he runs his hand along the table, his fingers rub through the blackened material. In mid-sentence, talking about how, he, Jhamal, made the best goat cheese, he sniffs his fingers and is lost in thought. Interrupting him and the players can see how his eyes have gone feral. He howls and attacks the nearest player.
Jhamal and his boys have been living here for at least more than a month, they have all contracted the Ghoul’s curse from the mummia they have taken.

Type

Room, Entertainment, Playroom