"Right, this is...my room..." Huyanna entered the room, and looked around. A small matress on a brass bed would serve her well enough, a large desk with no lighting, she noted, and a small closet, which would do amirably, and a vanity, which Huyanna guessed would be used little. "This could work out I guess..." She thought. Immediatley she began unpacking, placing her limited selection of clothing in the closet., placed someof her scents, and her undergarments into the vanity, searcinhg for the Key that would lock it. Blast, now where would it be? Rummaging in her bag, she located her dagger, withdrawing the blade from it's beautifully painted sheath. Holding the blade in her teeth, she searched thrugh her hair until she found a pin that wouldn't make the rest of her hair fall out. Taking the pin and dagger, she slid the tip of the blade, and the hair pin into the lock of the vainty, and jiggled it until she heard the satisfying click. Checking, she tried to pull the drawer and was rewarded when it did not budge. "i suppose I'll have to ask for the key though, I don't want to have to do this everytime I want into my drawer. Setteling her dagger in it's sheath, she placed it in the belt she fasioined for it in brown leather, and let it rest over her sensible brown skirt. Resolving to ask Iaran, she was halfway to the womens room, before she worried about troubling her. Gathering up her courage, she continued, and knocked on Iaran's door.
Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you...
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