[Instead of responding, Emet-Selch only steps out of the way, gesturing for Mira to come inside. He was still waking up, okay.
It's... not a very personalized room. The Ascian had either not bothered, or deliberately avoided leaving a trace of anything that would reveal much about the room's occupant. Some books had wandered their way in (and would presumably wander their way out once he was done with them), there were some generally useful things, but nothing decorative. It wasn't tidily arranged, but nor was it untidy, if only because there weren't enough things to make any sort of mess. There was a chair at a desk, and a bed, and that was kind of it for furniture. Very utilitarian.
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It's... not a very personalized room. The Ascian had either not bothered, or deliberately avoided leaving a trace of anything that would reveal much about the room's occupant. Some books had wandered their way in (and would presumably wander their way out once he was done with them), there were some generally useful things, but nothing decorative. It wasn't tidily arranged, but nor was it untidy, if only because there weren't enough things to make any sort of mess. There was a chair at a desk, and a bed, and that was kind of it for furniture. Very utilitarian.
Kind of a depressing place.]