Arthur's footsteps echoed softly against the polished marble floor as he wandered through the great hall. His fingertips occasionally brushed against the ornate edges of decadent tables that lined the space.
He methodically examined each table, searching for anything that might provide a clue, but found nothing of significance. Exquisite silverware, dusty plates, and tarnished candelabras—beautiful artifacts, certainly, but nothing that would help their investigation. Frustrated, Arthur straightened up and rolled his shoulders to release the tension that had built there.
It was only when he finally took his attention away from the decadent tables and allowed his gaze to drift toward the paintings adorning the right wall that something caught his interest. The great hall's right wall was covered with numerous framed artworks, but one in particular seemed to call to him, drawing his focus like a moth to flame.
"What have we here?" Arthur muttered to himself, moving closer.
