The maid had been preparing his room for him and when he finally emerged he'd find  her waiting for him. She'd show him where his room was located and he would notice it was well furnished, the bed a large victorian original, the engravings ornate and beautiful. The bedding again went with the decor, thick and welcoming in a rich tone of burgundy and golds. The chairs had been of the same period and settled before the window so he could look out. Against the wall opposite of the bed he would find a fireplace that was well kept and then against the wall of the door would be a writers desk with a few scattered books upon it for reading at night.<br/><br/>When he was finished looking she would inform him. " The Mistress is awaiting you downstairs for dinner. " Then without word she took his old clothing and moved off to dispose of it.<br/><br/>Had he come down he would have found Raine in the parlor sipping from a wine glass of what appeared to be a dark burgundy liquid. She hadn't changed as of yet, so her attire was the same, but her hair had been lowered and hung well down the middle of her back in a mass of soft black curls. When he entered she would turn to face him, observing him in the clothing that had been chosen for him. " You clean up well Samuel. " Her voice soft as she set the wine glass above the hearth where a fire was going, setting the ambience of the room.<br/><br/>Reaching for a small wooden box from a shelf nearby she would carry it to a table and set it down . " Come, sit . " She stated quietly though with every intention he would obey.If he had, she'd open the box and take out some gauze and some small brown glass bottles. Two would smell rather pungent and the third smelled sweet and aromatic. " I'm going to clean up that neck of yours first, it looks infected and that just won't do will it?" She gave him a smile and would be gentle in her ministrations warning him of every move she made and if it would hurt or not.