Topic: A Change of Venue

Lord Ayreg

Date: 2006-03-13 00:30 EST
(( Broken off of Aftermath, as it didn't quite mesh with the rest of the topic. A few minor cosmetic changes were made to the post, as well. ))

Jodiah had went through the effort of putting all of his armor on, so that there would be less to actually hold. Spare coats, shirts, and breeches were tucked under his arm, and the hand that arm was attached to gripped a handful of parchments with quills between fingers. Inkwell was held in the other hand, and a page stood nearby holding the rack his armor would eventually be replaced back upon.

Obsidian -- Sid, damn it all! -- had told him he should move to one of the larger rooms. Something about having in-room faciliites such as a 'shower' and ... other amenities.

Ayreg checked the prices of the Red Dragon, and decided the extra five silver crowns would be an acceptable loss. He left Room 12, handing the key to the page standing outside and having it replaced with another. The boy holding his armor rack stumbled along behind him, burdened down with the weight.

Jodiah Ayreg wandered around the hallways and corridors of the second floor, frowning to himself before he found his destination.

Room 3. It was considerably closer to the stairs than Room 12 was, which may end up being a liability. Sliding the key into the lock, he heard the sound of tumblers falling as he opened the room and walked inside.

It was much larger than Room 12 was. The bed looked a touch larger as well, and was covered with a linen sheet. Pushing down on the mattress, he smiled to discover it was filled with soft down. This was the room of a successful merchant, perhaps. Instructing the page to deposit his armor rack in the corner, he set his writing materials down onto the larger desk near the window, and began to strip out of his armor.

When he was done, a quick look around the room made it appear even more spartan than Room 12 did. Luxuries were simply something the death knight could not afford -- let alone actually desire to have.

Afterward, Ayreg peeked his head into an ajoining room, and stared. Tiles covered the floors here, as well as some kind of odd egg-shaped device filled with water standing against the wall. Behind it, Ayreg could see metal pipework disappearing into the wall. He blinked, looking into the... box, as it appeared to be, covered floor-to-cieling with tiles and opened by way of a glass door. The glass itself appeared beveled so as to hinder the ability to see through it. Some kind of metal knobs extended out from the wall, and the tiles on the floor were cut to shape around a hole overlaid by a grill. A large, flanged pipe stuck out from the wall near the cieling. A series of tiny holes across the surface seemed to dictate it was some kind of fountain.

That must be the shower.

No more trips down to the river, it seemed, when he needed to bathe.

The egg-shaped bowl of water must have been the... other facilities. Having one so nearby will come in handy, he mused, instead of having to run downstairs to the ones in that bathroom off the common room. Pulling the metal knob attached to the front of the smooth, cool white ... well, Ayreg wasn't exactly sure what it was. It had the consistancy of pottery, but was too smooth to tell for sure exactly what it was. In either case, when he pulled down on the handle it made a kind of terrible noise that he found rather amusing, to be honest. The water swirled in the bowl, emptying out into the hole leading to the piping behind it into the wall. Slowly, it began to fill again until it reached some sort of pre-set marker, and stopped of its own accord.

He nodded. Quite satisfactory.

Pulling his shirt off, Ayreg prepared to test this... shower.