To say that Cyno's quarters within the Temple compound were Spartan was not an understatement.

Real, bare wooded walls and floor. A small cot in a corner. A built in wall closet (the home of unwanted clothes he's deemed too "modern" for his tastes. He still won't get rid of them, they were gifts from you, after all). And, opposite the bed, a homemade altar; ironically, the only thing "homey" about the room.

Dark redwood cedar, beautifully hand-carved, covered in a white, embroidered cloth. The only objects it holds are a small handmade incense bowl, and a badly carved statue of Hermanubis.

The table was a gift, Cyno tells you during your first night together. He eyes it constantly with muted distaste, still unused to the casual elegance and wealth of his adopted "family". It had come with a gifted incense bowl and devotional statue, but Cyno quickly and quietly got rid of them, replacing them with ones he crafted years ago when he was a child, first admitted to the Temple.

After his meditations, you see him fondly run his thumb over the worn, chipped edge of the bowl and look into the eyes of Hermanubis. His eyes searching the idol's for...well, its unclear. A sign?

The smell of incense and the murmured words from the dreaded Enforcer of the Akademiya would sound alien to anyone else. But to you, they sound like home. But does he feel the same way?