The noise and smells of the trade city floated through the window on the light breeze, every gust of air moving the light cotton curtains gently, the light and shadows shifting slowly over the rooms interior. Â A small desk and stool was pushed into the corner of the room, made perhaps for a Lalafell. Â Shelves were arrayed along one wall, filled with books and scrolls, labeled in a neat hand. Â A number of hunting trophies were set in cases behind a larger desk against the back wall including a pair of large curved horns, some four to six fulms across, the tentacle of some large creature with glistening skin and a selection of large teeth, easily eight ilms long. An enormous double edged sword was hung against the wall, its blade pitted and scarred with age. Â Under the window was a weapons rack on which rested a long spear and a recurved bow. Â
The only sounds in the room issued from the figure sat at the large desk that held court to this odd collection. Â He was reclining in the chair, breathing softly as he dozed in the warm sunlight that played across his grey skin. Â Papers lay unread upon the desk and a carved wooden mask rested on a small stand currently being used as a paperweight. Â His ears, which identified him as a Miqo'te twitched as a knock at the door roused him from his dreaming.
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