Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"It should be unlocked." A hand idly waved at the door up above them and Aspel's grimaced briefly, the look withering away as quickly as it had flashed upon her face. It would take her a bit longer to make it up the stairs as she paused half way up, her free hand resting heavily on the railing before finally making the last push into her apartment.
As 'The Armory' was small below them, so was her apartment. It couldn't have been more than four rooms, kitchen and bathroom included but walls firmly separated each section of living space. The first room entered into, was the living room and it housed a floor to ceiling bookshelf that spanned two of the four walls of the room. The selection of works varied significantly; from poets, writers, play writes, historical recantings, Pharist texts, books outlining other theologies and cultural practices, studies of society, magic studies, religious perspectives, metal working, wood working, battle techniques, Knightly books outling codes of conduct and their main tenents, Sentinel teachings, wine guides, travel logs, children's stories, ceremonial outlines for tea, dance, and more royal engagements, along with varied other pieces. The third wall contained a fireplace with a few older pictures littering it's mantle, which would appear to reflect family members and the fourth wall held a few piece of artwork that had been of particular interest to Aspel. Several held themes of knights in noble deeds, one was of the Pharist cross, another of a woman cloaked in both light and dark, which the colors seemed to almost make her clothing, though, aside from the white and black playing across the portrait she would appear to almost be in the nude. Otherwise, the room seemed simple, clean even considering her normal state of dress and work.
A swallow was taken and Aspel pointed again. "The bedroom is this way." With rough, shuffled steps, the smith moved in that direction, dropping her helmet on a chair in the living room and her other hand roughly worked the belt which the sword hung from, before leaving it leaning in a corner of the wall where the doorframe between bedroom and living room joined.
The bedroom however, in contrast to the well lit and clean initial room was half organized, neat and ordered on one side in a minimalist structure, while the other side of the bedroom, clearly much less used, was filled with piles of books, completely out of order, clothing tossed about, a few daggers that seemed only half finished, a few scrapes of paper, clearly letters and lists that had been started but never finished along with an assortment of other odds and ends (potion containers, both empty and full, etc), littered the other half.
"Sorry for the mess." Aspel muttered as a heavy breath was let out and a hand reached up, beginning to undo the buckles at her shoulders so that the breastplate could be removed with another grimace.