It was subtle wear at first, just fibers that looked like they had been scrunched more than those in the other hall, but as they walked on the carpets began to look even older. The pile was crushed and slightly dirty like many dusty feet had trampled over it. This hall lead to a very large door with golden trim. Clearly the exit!

"Of course I'm onto something. They wouldn't put a kitchen behind a set of doors like these!"

Striding boldly forward Crowley marched his way up to it and threw open it's large doors... only to find himself and Molly standing in the middle of a room full of armored soldiers who looked up from their card games and stared directly at them. It was a guard's lounge.