The house, was large, but notably under furnished. Everything stood on hard wood floors that hadn’t been polished in far too long. The old desks pushed to the walls in most rooms were littered with parchments and dust, and stray traces of dark inks and candle waxes marred their surfaces. There was a great old chimney leading down to a fireplace in the middle of the house, and the walls swelled out in one line bisecting the walls to allow the chute to lead up into open sky.
The bedroom was much the same. A littered desk, a bookcase laden with aging tomes and occult or scientific paraphernalia, and an old double bed.
There was movement. It was brief, and rough, and then it was over.
Simon wasn’t the kind of man to stop and fret over the details of something, or to attach any more significance to a bodily function than he was accustomed too. So he tried not to linger upon his own physical demands. He dealt with them, and the moment he was done? Well, he saw no further reason to stand upon niceties, especially when he had other things to be doing.
Shifting off his bed, he winced slightly, before straightening up. The adjoining room led through to a makeshift study, which considering the kind of things that Simon studied, consisted of a mostly open room, with a desk and chair pushed against one of the walls, and a floor nearly completely inscribed with the details of various glyphs and sigils. Without a backward glance he approached the room, pushing open the door and knocking a stop into place beneath it, before calling back over his shoulder,
“Your money’s on the table. Let yourself out.”
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