Darius shrugged into his room which clearly had hints of bohemian taste. He had things scattered about in the corners or draped over the furniture as if it was a style. He passed a couple of discarded musical instruments in the corner that perhaps he'd once played or at least gave a minimal effort to learn.

Beside the door glaring up at Zech was a taxidermied fox standing upright and wearing a tiny uniform and gripping a butter knife like a sword. On his shoulder was a hedgehog wearing an angel outfit appearing to whisper in its ear.

"Here it is!" He called from beside the bed, lifting a leather bound book. As he walked back he passed a rather large portrait of Sonia hung by a window. It had the woman sitting on the love seat not five feet from where the painting was hung. She was looking out while only covered in a pink fabric, sheer enough it left little to the imagination, though her hair and her position on the seat kept it from being unexcusably lewd.

He stepped out and closed the door. "To the parlor?"