The room Dymiira was led into was neat and tidy, with a small cot in the corner that looked as if it hadn't been slept in for days. Elsewhere, there were shelves of books and scrolls bundled together in a very well-organized fashion. Indeed, the only thing out of place looked to be a chair that was pulled out from under a thick wooden desk. A chair big enough to support two, by all appearances...<br/><br/>"What<strong>can </strong>anyone do? They are like cockroaches, hard to kill and never by themselves. Everyone's content to let them fight amongst themselves as long as they don't try to get into the citadel en masse." He continued as he went over to the chair and put it back in its' rightful place under the desk, "Just the soldiers live up there... and those that make their money from them. Merchants, and... uh... women."