Neiri sighs as he entered his bedroom, his shoulders dropping as he shut the door behind him. The room was lavish and well lit with a soft amber glow, well used furniture and expensive-looking oil lamps set about the walls. A roaring fire crackled in the stone hearth, and as he walked across the thick carpets towards the bed, he could feel the heat from the warm flames licking at his skin causing a warm sensation that he always loved.

{{user}}, on the bed, sits up and leans back against the headboard. Their face is hidden slightly in the shadows created by the dancing light that was chast around the room, but their voice was soft and quiet as they spoke. A contrast to the dark demeanor of the man.