Augor nodded at Mark in agreement, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything that had happened so far, and could do with somewhere to relax, and recouperate.<br/><br/>Moving along the rooms, and reading each of the name cards in turn, and glancing into the corresponding rooms. Augor noticed something unusual straight away,<br/><br/>"Hey, each of the rooms is different", he shouted back to the group milling around the area.<br/><br/>He stopped when he came to the room bearing his name. Perfect, he thought. The room (in contrast with a couple he had seen), was almost completely bare, which suited him. In the corner was a bed, which he noticed had been reinforced with metal. The only other set of objects in the room was a weapons rack in the opposite corner to the bed.<br/><br/>Each item on the rack was a weapon he was proficient with, clubs, axes, even a mace. He grinned, and picked up an large, double-headed axe.<br/><br/>It was perfectly weighted, and marveled at how it felt in his great hands. He suddenly felt a rush of bloodlust, and urge for battle, which he quickly dispelled with a shake of his head. Putting the axe back, he sat down on the bed, and began to consider how well whoever had constructed this room knew him.