Atticus gave a small nod, watching the man's gaze moving over his room. He didn't feel comfortable with this stranger in his room, though it barely reflected any of his tastes at all. It was almost untouched compared to Zara's, Anel's or Fi's rooms. Nothing gave hint of his character, his interests, his habits but for the Absinthe decanter and the phonograph. The room he'd had at the Briars had his soul inverted and affixed to the very walls. Exposing himself so deeply to people who cared just enough to turn it around and hurt him. He wondered what this man thought of what he saw, wondered if he was disappointed.<br/><br/>The swordsman gestured towards the door. "Come, have a look at the other room. Your decision should be informed."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98323.msg4946426#msg4946426))