"It makes one wonder what they need protection from." Jerome agreed, seeing the problem now. "I see, I see. Well, we are sailing through the Bermuda Triangle." he pointed out, along with a wry grin. "Perhaps that is danger enough, by some standards." The old man shrugged again. "Or perhaps they're simply greatly dedicated to their little theme rooms. My daughter's room is like something out of bloody Disney world, while mine features antique objects that must be more expensive than this trip itself."