Zeil led her out the door to a cylinder of a room, a spiral staircase. He descended it, gracefully, down a half turn or so, before he opened another large, wooden door in the wall of the spiral tower, entering another rectagular room, though smaller.
The far wall was one enormous window. Looking out over the snow-blanketed meadows, and hills, and eventually mountain ranges, the room was well lit, and open. Dust was a thin layer over everything - no recent footsteps of disturbances present, until their own. Disuse was a heavy, musky scent.
Yet, Xaver's own scent faintly still remained.
A single twin-sized bed was pushed flush against the wall, near to the window, the mess of blankets unkempt, from the last time Xaver had slipped beneath them, years, and years ago. At the floor, and not quite underneath it, was a pile of white, rust-color stained bandages, amidst a pile of clothing, and a pair of boots, knocked over, and covered in the same rust-colored stains. Across from the bed, against the other wall, were numerous bookshelves, filled, and stuffed, and stacked, by most every means possible. A few stray hard-covers lay on the floor, some half open, resting on bent, warped pages, some laying open, the pages worn, and doggy-eared, a few random pages scattered over the floor.
Immediately inside the door, to the right, was a large, wooden trunk. Ziel pressed the lock, and it clicked open - and he heaved the heavy top up, leaning it back against the stone wall so it wouldn't fall over.
Despite the hastily abandoned state the room was left in, within the trunk, the things were untouched by the passage of time, fresh, and smelling only of Xaver's brisk, masculine scent. Shirts were folded to the right, organized from odd armored shirts, to regular, lazy tee's, and pants in the same manner, old jeans stacked at the other side. In the middle, was a random assortment of socks, and gloves - and sheathed swords, and multi-shaped blades, all in their own covers, though obvious in what they were. A big, thick black coat sat behind them.
A small, pink mitten stuck out amidst all the dark colors, and leather blade-covers.
One of Kylie's old mittens.
Randomly misplaced, probably.
One of her puffy jackets was stuffed in a corner, too. And a small, stuffed dragon, neon orange, sat atop that...
"I'll leave you to it. Xaver's things are as good as your own, anyway, Milady - I doubt he even remembers this place.."
Zeil shrugged, and made a low bow to her, before exiting, closing the door behind him to give her privacy.
