The attic of the mansion was quiet, save for the distinct sounds of shuffling, and the occasional noise of objects hitting each other.

Adventurer Cookie was near the dusty main window. He wasn't cleaning, organizing, or looking for lost relics. He was rather arranging a rather large pile composed of discarded maps, velvet cloaks, several pillows stolen from the guest bedroom, and other trash. It looked like a massive nest.

"Why am I even doing that again...?" Adventurer Cookie muttered to himself.