Uriel returned to his guest room, drying himself before putting on a simple set of grey pants and a grey worker's tunic.
The scholar's set didn't feel as comfortable or casual to him, so he left it aside.
Just as he was about to head out, he paused, glancing at his hair.
With a sigh, he returned to the bed, sitting on its edge and flipping his long hair over his shoulder and into his hands.
He began to braid it.
…
The stairs led down into a rather large floor.
Half of it was a beautiful and expansive L-shaped kitchen hugging one corner, made of a blend of wood and emerald, fitted with all the necessary tools and utensils.
A counter ran across it, separating it from the rest of the room while also serving as a dining table—a large slab of ancient wood, reflecting a beautifully polished brown.
On the other side, a set of old, comfortable sofas was arranged around a chimney filled with dying coals.
