Dara's Room
Does anyone live here? Wait, yes... a blade neatly placed against the wall. Clothes
in the wardrobe, of a comfortable bent. More slacks than dresses. A brush. Soft
leather boots.
The bed is mussed, as if whoever slept here slept uneasily, and then did not make it
in the morning. As if no one enters this room to clean it... as if the occupant has requested
to be left alone.
But there are no decorations. Nothing personal, save the blade. Does she consider
herself a guest still, or does she simply not know what she wants to have around her?
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