In the kitchen, a cauldron bubbles on the stove. No one is there. Drying herbs hang from the rafters in bunches, while a broom sits in one corner. You notice a huge cookbook lying on the table. From another corner, you see a mousehole with two bright eyes peering out at you. That's all there is in the kitchen, except for a door in the back wall.
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