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With a nod Ontaros replies "Yes, there are training grounds, but I'll show you those later, I need to make sure Sasha is taken care of. I'd rather not have to worry about you or her getting hurt... She can be a bit territorial...." he rubs the back of his head.

"As for your room you are more than welcome to chose one that isnt currently occupied and you'll be fine. There is a book in a small cabinet in the room that be used to change the room as would suit your style, what ever you want to do within the standard limits of the room is pretty much possible with a little creativity." He thinks a moment. "I suppose I didn't really talk too much about myself even though you asked, is there anything specific I could expound on?"

Ontaros waves his hand infront of him "I've always got time... You find you have alot more time to study and get things done when you dont sleep....." Another Ontaros walks into the room from the side and continues "And when there's more than one of you running about." They both laugh.

The second Ontaros disappears and the original continues the conversation. "Sure, whats your interest? Medical or Artifice wing first?" his head tips to one side.

"Well then I suppose we can start with the medical wing if you like, I think it'd be a bit more familiar to you than whats in the Artifice Wing... Follow me" He smiles with the same warmth and starts heading down the hallway out of the room.

Ontaros turns, almost unnaturally without picking up his feet "Whats being served? Simply write down what ever your heart... or in this case stomach desires and it will be out quite promptly. What ever you like, if it's a unique dish simply have an image in mind when you write it down."

Ontaros turns around to look towards the other door in the room and smiles before facing Sere "Eat up" he gestures towards the door as a serving tray drifts into the room with the items on the list. "As I said you don't need to wait long. Not long at all."

He moves towards her and has a seat in a chair across from her as he watches the now emptied serving try whisk back into the kitchen. Placing a finger on the table the mage deftly draws an invisible circle on the table beside him, his finger tracing over it several times before finally a glass of red wine starts to raise out of it's surface. He takes the glass, sips it and replaces it on the table. With Sere having had time to get started atleast, Ontaros asks "How is it?"

OOC: I may have missed it, but I'm pretty sure I haven't seen anyone post in a while... soooo... I'm just kindo' gonna go with things... 'cause I'm bored?

BIC:
It had been some time since Tryan's apparent fascination with the doors and his living space, and up until the present time, he had resumed a more normal routine. Or as much of a normal routine as he ever had anyway. Whatever the case, he had found a new interest to occupy his time. Finding a spot in the middle of the room, he’d made himself comfortable, laying on the floor, and watched any occupants that might be present. In particular, he watched the odd creatures that ran about the castle assisting in all sorts of tasks and chores. Moogles, he thought, reminding himself of the term he’d heard Ontaros use. He thought it an appropriately ridiculous name for such unusual, little things. There weren’t nearly as many here as he had seen in the room where the mage had made his staff, but they came around often enough to keep him interested. For anyone else that might have come around, he tracked their movement for a few moments, and then either watched them like a hawk, or completely ignored them, and at any given point, might have begun with just the opposite, whichever happened to suit him at the moment.