Zemok opens the door after only a few scuffling noises, chair on hardwood kind of sounds.  He's open-shirted, and clearly only moments before was seated at the room's small desk.  A couple candles burn, his great book open in the flickering light along with a few loose sheets of parchment.  He blinks at her a few times, then opens the door wide and indicates the steaming tub sitting under the window.  "Go ahead, it's all yours.  I'm just making a few notes."<br/><br/>After closing the door behind her, he pours and offers her a glass of wine.  "Please, enjoy.  I doubt I should try and take on the whole bottle myself."