Arc 1, Thread 3: The Fire of the Destroyer (Lyla)
The door opens for Lyla. Sayeed isn't there- it just opens, like he said. The apartment inside isn't the typical drab affair within the Last Refuge. Brick, wood, mosaics adorn a wide open space. It reminds her quite heavily of Morocco, or at least what little she saw before she had to run out of the country with the Dead nipping at her heels.
Still, it's frigging huge. Sayeed must've claimed several apartments and ripped out the walls, floors, and ceilings to set it up. There is indeed a second floor, and an inset pool that steams with radiated heat. In fact the whole place could use some air conditioning; by her estimation it's around 27°. She can see a table set up with two glasses of red wine. There's a door to what must be the kitchen; heat billows from there, something smells good.
"Be right with you, Lyla," Sayeed calls out to her, "Take a drink and relax."