Damian was leading them down a super long hallway. The walls had paintings on them that looked like very expensive originals of all kinds, from renowned painters and unpopular ones alike. There was also Stands with what appeared to be expensive peaces of art with glass covers on them. From ancient looking runic tablets, to modern objects... the question was why would they take the effort to glass modern objects... if they were worthless trinkets, or objects. Damian glanced behind him to the girl named Missie, but was instantly drawn to the one named Sarah. She had been staring at him oddly since they started walking. His smile faded, and without her knowing he was looking in the first place, he turned away.<span style="font-style: italic">'Sarah, Eh?...'</span>he thought to himself curiously.<br/><br/>Continuing on, he led them through what felt like endless corners and they eventually got to what seemed like an expensive door. It was made of heavy wood, and was gilded with golden colored trim. It was only on further inspection that one could realize it was real gold. Damian opened the door effortlessly, and stood by the frame while bowing ever so slightly, and keeping an open hand toward the room. "This, will be your quarters ladies..." he said, "you may be servants, but you hold high value to me and the master of this house, remember that." The words that would have sounded assuring to anyone, sounded commanding and scolding from Damian.<br/><br/>The room itself was adorned with nice paintings, banners and carpets. The room the very definition of colorful and pleasing to look at with red and gold designs on the carpentry and any other banner in it. The bed sheets were stark white, and the blankets were high quality as well. One of them was a bright red, while the other was more of a pinkish. It was as if they thought every girl in the world now favored such colors, but did not know for sure. "If you do not like it, just use whatever we have in the many supply closets in the castle, there is even on outside your room opposite to the door," he murmured. "Now, if you will excuse me, please make yourself at home, it is getting late, and I will show you around more tomorrow... trust me, you will get used to the castle quite quick once you have walked around a bit."<br/><br/>He seemed about to leave but turned around sharply and surely. "If you come across a locked room... don't go into it, or you will regret your decision soon after," he smiled. "If you ever feel the need to serve the Master of the house, that will be up to me unless I or the Master say otherwise, the only exception is that he oft likes servants to bring him a drink of, Tea... you can find it in the kitchen. It will be sure to put you on his better side, and trust me once more, that is something you will definitely find essential here."<br/><br/>He finally left the room, hands behind his back... whistling a happy tune, that soon faded to silence in the matter of seconds. Footsteps dying down to soft clicks reverberating of the stone walls, and then nothing as well. The girl Sarah had not stopped from looking at the thick door which Damian left open uncertainly as the many candles illuminated the castle brightly.