At last, I have a name for the fired groundskeeper: Mr. Revane.
Mrs Babbage is cold as heck in the letter. "Your half-hearted dedication...has been greatly appreciated." DANG, girl.
He was told to vacate the hovel by March 20th. There's a bed in here -- did the dude have to sleep in a room that was occasionally drafted? How did he get out? He definitely was living here at least sometimes, given the cooking supplies.
Maybe Mr Revane was bad at his job because he got left in the void (or wherever the heck these rooms disappear to) for days at a time.
(The hovel has one of the valves for the blue fire thing.)
Notes on Exploration
A green note in the locker room says KIRK DARREN IS A PSEUDONYM. Pardon me, but...who?
The Kennel was added permanently to my draft pool. I like its effect, but tbh I'm just doing this so I can pet dogs.
I upgraded the Boudoir to have apples. They have fun laboratory synergies. The dice were tempting, though.
Whenever I pick the hovel, switching room unlocks to steps from gems, I seem to have an excellent manor day.