<div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/spacer.gif)(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Evonne/evonne_02.png)</div>Evonne had acknowledged Caleb's request with a faint smirk and a nod; they had worked together for long enough to know exactly what the other needed. And seeing how his pint sized charge was behaving as she and Mr. Salt walked by, she would make sure to provide more than enough ammo. Caleb's words followed them as she led the way to the staircase leading up to the main level of the house and Evonne found herself once again wishing she had his faith.<br/><br/>Her heels clicked on each of the steps, a hollow sounding snap that echoed loudly in the stairwell, as they made their way up. For now, she would gloss over the majority of the house and its features. First she would take him to his room and get a sense of who exactly the man she had been burdened was. When they reached the main level she stepped out through the door and made her way to the central staircase that led up to the living quarters.<br/><br/>The house was elegant and held an old world charm, the dark wood and rich colors a sharp contrast to the almost blinding quality of the training facilities downstairs. Evonne came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and turned to look at her charge. She had felt his eyes on her and wondered if he would be like many of the countless men before him.<br/><br/>"This is the main area of the house, our rooms are on the second floor, and yours on the third. Attic is off limits. I'll give you a full tour once I've shown you where you'll be staying."<br/><br/>She didn't feel the need for further conversation and headed up the stairs, fully expecting him to follow. From the little she had already learned of the man, he would – if only to see what he could learn about the place. The stairs were covered in carpet, the thick material softening the sound of her shoes as they moved up to the second and then the third floor of the house.  It was a simple set up, one she found to be satisfyingly efficient, and one that she found let her keep a close eye on her charges.<br/><br/>"There are four rooms on this level, yours is through that door." The door she gestured toward was directly in front of them, on the right. It was made of a dark, almost black, wood and polished to a high shine. She walked to it and put her hand on the black metal handle, pausing to look back at her charge. The look in her eyes was cold, a dangerous glint lurking behind her bored demeanor. "There are no locks on any of these rooms. At no point are you to try to create a lock of any sort or bar the door in a way that would prevent entrance."<br/><br/>With that, she opened the door and stepped inside. The room was average sized with a large window and a single door, that lead out onto a small balcony, across from the main door. A simple twin sized bed jutted out from the wall next to the door, the headboard and footboard made of the same dark material as the door. The desk, matching the bed and door, was situated across from the bed in an alcove with tall stained glass windows, the dark red glass casting a warm glow on the wood. Another door, narrower than the others, was on the right wall next to the bed and opened to a small walk-in closet. On the left wall was yet another door, this one leading to the small and efficient bathroom that was shared between the two horsemen on this side of the floor; next to the door was a full length mirror. The walls were a dark cherry red and the floor was of a wood that was only slightly less dark than that of the furniture. There was minimal lighting, a lamp on the desk and a few sconces on the walls, each casting a yellowish glow on the walls.<br/><br/>Evonne didn't wait to see if he had stepped in and quickly pointed things out to him. "You have a bed, desk with a chair, and closet. The mirror attached to the wall is to stay there, but you may move the furniture around as you wish. Inside the closet you will find a selection of clothes and personal items from your home." She walked to the window, pulled the desk chair out of its spot and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Her foot bobbed in the air lazily, the red shoe a bright splash of color in the otherwise dark room. "You share a bathroom with the girl in the room next to yours. All your toiletries were taken and are in a bin in your closet."<br/><br/>"General maintenance and housekeeping duties are your sole responsibilities. If you wish to split said responsibilities in regards to the bathroom, that is your decision alone and I do not expect to be trifled with should there be any disputes." Her smile was mocking as she waved a hand at him. "Have a look around, Mr. Salt, as this is to be your home for the next fifty years."<br/><br/>This was the moment she had been waiting for. She settled back in the chair and watched him, carefully cataloguing his every movement and gesture for later perusal.