Stay

[Bjorn]

Snorting slightly, Bjorn looks back to Mirallia.  "No ideas come to mind, but as long as they're within reach, it's not much of a concern.  I'll try to figure something out while I look around."

[Brian]

Round three of the bucket brigade arrives, deposits hot water, and vanishes.  Mirallia vanishes into the bathing chamber, and you're left to your own to survey the rooms.

They're all very sparsely furnished, unfortunately.

Outside, to either side of your apartments, are identical rooms (though, these are still empty).  The hallway is bare stone, with a tapestry on the wall.  It appears to be some design of red and yellow cloth woven together into a pattern, but it doesn't really seem to make an image.

[Bjorn]

After glancing upwards to quickly study the ceiling, Bjorn makes his way to the writing desk and examines its contents.

[Brian]

Thick paper sheets.  Better quality than what's in your book, but not much.  Feather quills (four of them), and two sealed but tiny bottles of ink.  In addition, there's a lump of wax, and a small candle (nearly a stub) inside the desk's one drawer.

[Bjorn]

With a shrug to himself, Bjorn settles himself to wait for Mirallia.

[Brian]

She finishes her bath ane emerges shortly thereafter.  You don't know where she put her change of clothes, but imagine it's somewhere similar to where she kept her mace hidden.  Either way, she looks much happier now that she's clean.

"The bath is free," she says, gesturing to the empty room behind her, and toweling water from her hair.

[Bjorn]

"Thank you," Bjorn says, politely, and heads to the bath, taking his pack (containing both change of clothes and the Draughts of Life) -- as well as his sword -- with him.

And thereupon, scrubs himself clean.

[Brian]

This takes a lot of scrubbing.  Someone thoughtfully left both a towel and a rag for you to scrub yourself with, and the water is still warm when you get in.  Though, it's cold by the time you get out.

Your spare clothes, aside from what you were wearing beneath your armor (which you're not sure you should wear without armor) appear to have not been worn since the last time they were washed.  They fit pretty well, and it takes a minute to adjust to how easily you can move around without all those extra steel plates strapped to you.

You could probably get used to this.

[Bjorn]

Rooting through his pack to get the change of clothes, Bjorn stumbles across the signet ring, once again, and stops to examine it a little more carefully.

[Brian]

It's not your size.  It looks like a crescent moon with three stars in it.  It's a solid gold band, from what you can tell, and the seal itself is carved (pretty carefully) from some sort of stone.

[Bjorn]

Putting the ring back in his pack, along with the armour, Bjorn buckles on his sword and steps out of the bath.

"I feel considerably better," he remarks.

[Brian]

Mirallia looks up from the writing desk, where she's busily inscribing something.  "You look better," she remarks.  "Where did we find so much dirt in all that snow?" she muses.

"Your armor may need cleaning, too."

[Bjorn]

"Dirt," Bjorn says, "is one of the few unfaltering constants."

Setting himself down cross-legged, he roots through his pack, looking to see if he has what he needs to clean his armour.  "I couldn't think of a good place to hide the draughts," he comments.  "For the time being, it would probably be best to carry it with us."

[Brian]

You have what you need to clean your armor, though the armor's under-clothes will need to be washed.  You have a basin of mostly cold water that can serve such a purpose, though.

[Bjorn]

Setting about the task, Bjorn continues, "I'm a bit worried about the arrangements.  There are windows in almost all the rooms, which face to the outside of the keep.  If an assassin wanted to get in..." he breaks off.  "I will have to see what I can do about making the window in your bedroom, at least, a little more secure."