Abode of Delyen Ilran (Open)

[Delyen Ilran]

Timestamp: Kalendryas, on the seventh day of the second cycle, in the age of the Darkening, Ten Era's post Fractum.

Delyen Ilran smiled as he took in the wintery air of the Forest of Light from his house via the second story window. It was a good brightening, and a fine one for new beginnings, he had inherited a great deal of money, most of it was gone but he didn't regret it, he had lived well these last era's but now he intended to make something of himself.

He relaxed as the sounds, sights, and scents lulled him to a kind of medition, he was in his study on the second floor, and it would be some time before he got any studying done at all. The study had an empty desk, he needed candles, ink, quills, and paper. He would be sure to get it. A chair was in front of it. and stairs led to the first floor, empty bookcases and his chest filled with what few coins he still possessed seemed to leer at him, so he went downstairs.

The Room that greeted him was his bedroom, it to possessed a window, from which the suns shined in, a double bed sat as the main adornment, while a fireplace stood in the corner, extending through the study, it possessed a small desk and chair, but these to were empty and unadorned, also it held a chest of drawers with his change of clothes, with a sigh, he went to the room just north.

The wash room, with all the requirements that have no need to be listed here, besides them, (although it is a pity running water had not yet been invented, making a hot bath rare.) Little else adorned this room, so he continued into the next.

The dining room or kitchen, a rough stove that was more like a fire pit, a table with chairs, and cupboards and counters empty of food, he best go shopping soon, or he would go hungry. It's wall possessed a painting of his great grandfather, doubtless the most important man of the Ilran family. A ladder ran up into his other second story room, if you could call it a room. He ascended.

It was the attic, this Delyen knew, a small bed that would not fit a creature larger then a dwarf, it had a low ceiling that Delyen could not stand up in fully, and besides the bed it only possessed a small chest of drawers, now empty. He couldn't guess it's purpose, perhaps some smaller creature had once lived here? That was the most logical reasoning.

He went down again, and south to the only other room he hadn't recently visited in his square home, the relaxation area. It had couches and chairs, benches and tables, enough to seat six, but only one ever sat here, him, Delyen Ilran. There were two small tables and one larger one, before the small tables must have held puzzles and games, now empty.

''What a dreary old house." He remarked to himself, as he sat down at thought of such things that he would need to buy.