A small, cramped room. Two desks—one covered with clutter, the other used daily by Angel. A simple bed made of broken wooden planks, layered with green, furry leaves. A hammock, also piled with miscellaneous items. Two wardrobes and a neglected baby crib in the corner. The walls are adorned with several wands, two longbows—one large and one small—and two quivers of arrows.
This used to be Angel and Andrew's shared room. Angel always complained about how small it was. After Andrew left, the room became Angel's alone, but it didn't make him happy.
Oh, and there's also a bookshelf filled with Andrew's magic books. As for Angel's archery books, they only take up a small corner.
Hanging the quivers and longbows back on the wall, Angel took off his straw shoes and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor. He walked over to his desk and sat down.
His desk faced the window, and through it, he could just make out Jones's "Droplet," where she resided.
