She had not seen the front parlor until now, having quickly passed it by earlier in attempt to not have to bleach her brain from the bizarre things she could only assume a weird man like Jamison would have. So one can imagine how surprised she was when in fact, the front parlor was almost absolutely empty. The windows, spanning the entire front of the room, illuminated the parlor every so often with an angry flicker from the storm brewing outside, providing enough light than the pale glow the bulbs ever gave.

All there seemed to be in the room was some paintings on the wall, and a simple circular carpet.

"Your uh, front parlor seems a little empty Jamison."

"It certainly does, which is perplexing considering that my hand-made anthropomorphized taxidermy collection resided here!"

Palette gave a silent thank you to the unseen forces above.