"Haven't exactly had many visitors in a while, you might have to dust your room a little bit." He grumbles, voice a little lower, trying to reign in the gruffness that always accompanies his voice now.
But he doesn't bother saying anything else. His conversation skills are rusty, and that's being kind. He used to be good at it, a natural, really, but it's been so long.
He pauses next to the double doors of one of the more elaborate rooms in the mansion. He never bothered claiming it for himself, he's fine in his dank little part of the castle. It must have belonged to a king once upon a time. There's strong sturdy furniture, all ornately decorated. There's chests and bureaus still filled with robes and silks and jewels, and a vanity in the corner. There's an unused fireplace. All of it covered in cobwebs and dust.
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Date: 13 Jun 2016 18:56 (UTC)But he doesn't bother saying anything else. His conversation skills are rusty, and that's being kind. He used to be good at it, a natural, really, but it's been so long.
He pauses next to the double doors of one of the more elaborate rooms in the mansion. He never bothered claiming it for himself, he's fine in his dank little part of the castle. It must have belonged to a king once upon a time. There's strong sturdy furniture, all ornately decorated. There's chests and bureaus still filled with robes and silks and jewels, and a vanity in the corner. There's an unused fireplace. All of it covered in cobwebs and dust.
"I'll bring you some clean furs."