[Ianchus leads Jezebel to his home--when he'd claimed it he didn't know it was so close to the Sin Lounge, but now, it seems like a very convenient arrangement.
He opens the door and beckons him in.]
Pardon the mess. I wasn't aware I would be having company.
[Oh, it's not dirty. But there are bottles and glasses on the counters, in different states of fullness. Plates with pits and stems hint as to what he's been eating--somehow, the little store in Penance is always stocked with fruit, though there are no deliveries.
The lair of his bedroom is dominated by the bed, books and sheets scattered on top of it (another glass by the bedside table, another on a plate on the bed). On a chair in the corner is rather expensive-looking, yet functional, armour and a sword, with a white cape draped over the back.]
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He opens the door and beckons him in.]
Pardon the mess. I wasn't aware I would be having company.
[Oh, it's not dirty. But there are bottles and glasses on the counters, in different states of fullness. Plates with pits and stems hint as to what he's been eating--somehow, the little store in Penance is always stocked with fruit, though there are no deliveries.
The lair of his bedroom is dominated by the bed, books and sheets scattered on top of it (another glass by the bedside table, another on a plate on the bed). On a chair in the corner is rather expensive-looking, yet functional, armour and a sword, with a white cape draped over the back.]