The elder bat led Eve and Tora to a room just of the staircase, right in the middle of either end of the upper hall. The room, being a center room had no window, but it was also a bit less dusty than the others seen so far. It was furnished with a fireplace, a bookshelf next to it, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, and a writing table with an oil lamp and other assorted supplies. A wooden chair sat next to the desk, and in the corner was a couch and two chairs placed around a tea table with a china tea set. A large fully fitted king-sized bed was directly ahead, its headboard to the wall, and its foot facing the door.

Eve looked around the room and shrugged. She could see the people who had built the furniture had taken care in the details. She smiled at the sight of bed but moved to the couch. She set her bag down beside the table, moving the china set so she could focus on her current work. She dug through her bag and set her small coin bag on the table. She began to carefully count the coins and looking at the small amount of supplies she had managed to collect back in the last town. She looked at the book shelf and began to skim over the titles. She grabbed one marked in Elvin. She smiled, knowingly.

Tora also takes her time examining the inside of the room. Once she's satisfied with it's contents and their smells, she shifts into the shape of a tiger and hops unto the bed. She stretches out and then lies at the bottom end of the bed. Her eyes close but her ears perk up at any sound.

Eve looked around the room. She was tired, but something had not quite settled with her yet. She had stayed many nights in castles with questionable histories, but this one seemed odd even to her. Eve set the book beside her bag and sighed as she laid back forcing herself to relax. She had not really spent much time alone with the cat folk in the past few weeks. She had been better associated with the spirited hunk of metal than anyone. Hadn't he been the one to invite her into this rag tag group? She couldn't remember anymore. She felt her eyes grow heavy as she dropped her items back into her bag and place it under her head like a pillow.

The room seemed normal enough, nothing seemed particularly notable, though the books didn't seem to have any order or reason to them; a harvest festival cookbook, an Elvin herbology guide, a lonely third volume in a novel series about a pirate crew, a how to DIY for assembling carts... Either the last occupant had a very limited attention span, or they were picked at random. Beneath the dusty shelf a few scratch marks were etches into the stone, as though the shelf were moved repeatedly at some point.

As the pair dozed, a sudden knock came at their door. It was solitary, like a hammer or thrown stone, and harsh enough to make the heavy wooden door shudder.

Unless one of the pair made sure to light one of the potential fire-sources, the windowless room would be quite dark. A few flashes of light periodically flickered from the chimney coinciding with the sounds of thunder. Two spaced shadows could be seen from beneath the door; perhaps a pair of legs standing at the entry.

Eve sat up abruptly at the sound. She looked around and sighed as she stood. She paced the room size once before sitting down to make a fire.