This is my attic. My domain. Here, all is my law, all is my chaos. Furnished with a fireplace and a small pot stove with a little cast iron top. The floors are rich mahgony with a marble tile inlay for the kitchenette. I keep a cupboard stocked full of goods and baking supplies, along with a small kitchen. The fact that I have running water helps, a small shower stall and bathroom are adjacent to the kitchenette. As you pan the room you notice rich ebony wood furniture; each item hand carved with ivory inlays of angels wings and heavenly choruses. The stairwell to the attic is hidden, knock three times or ring the doorbell and it'll open, generally, as long as I'm home. If I'm not home, and you ask the door knocker very nicely, he might let you in. Next to the four poster bed is a weapons rack, filled with sheathed and cloaked swords and daggers, scythes and staffs and a small cabinet full of firearms and tools. A hidden closet reveals an dimension defying amount of clothing and gear, armor, tactical harnesses, and stylish yet somewhat outdated clothing.