He laughed, ''Only a Gaian would have chosen that'' he said, ''very well this way. Oh, an a Muisc room is a place where one makes music, our mother ensured we could all play something, so that is the place where we keep our instruments and play them when we wish.''
The came to the main hall, a bright, well windowed room with an oak dining table placed in the middle of the room. A few tables and cabniets lined the walls, along with serveral paintings of men and women, A great chandelier hung directly above the table and a few servants hurried along their way, some setting the table, another closing the doors that led outside. They continued walking through before coming to the end of the Hall and branching off, coming to a stop infront of an unremarkable door. John opened it and they stepped into a jungle of plants, trees and insects. ''Welcome.'' he said flatly