Darlington laughs. "You beat me to it. Well, I was going to ask which side of the job you'd prefer, but this works too. Come on."
He goes into the kitchen, looking through a drawer for a pad of paper and a pencil. "Since the house came here empty, I lost the blueprints," he explains, just an edge of regret in his voice. They'd been originals, beautifully drawn, something he always intended to have framed once Black Elm was restored to its former glory. "But just so you're not wandering aimlessly..."
Quickly, he sketches out a rough series of floor plans, one level of the house on each piece of paper, writing out the names of the rooms in his usual spiky scrawl. "We'll check the dining room, then upstairs to the library, this bedroom, and the ballroom. Third floor is just the hallway and these two here in the east wing."
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Date: 2020-12-30 04:35 am (UTC)He goes into the kitchen, looking through a drawer for a pad of paper and a pencil. "Since the house came here empty, I lost the blueprints," he explains, just an edge of regret in his voice. They'd been originals, beautifully drawn, something he always intended to have framed once Black Elm was restored to its former glory. "But just so you're not wandering aimlessly..."
Quickly, he sketches out a rough series of floor plans, one level of the house on each piece of paper, writing out the names of the rooms in his usual spiky scrawl. "We'll check the dining room, then upstairs to the library, this bedroom, and the ballroom. Third floor is just the hallway and these two here in the east wing."