As you enter Tajeh's appartment you are greeted with a warm glow from the fireplace, the only light is that of the fire and a few candles placed around the room. There is a small couch against the northern wall facing the fire and an antique table placed in front of it, on the table is a laptop, and a small tablet*. Against the western wall He had a large mohogany bookshelf filled with many old books, some writen in languages only he still new how to read. The Eastern wall was almost empty the only thing there was a painting, A painting of a beautiful landscape... This painting to the naked eye was just like any other, but to those with a magical touch it was a gateway. The picture would open only to Tajeh's touch and his words. But it provided a haven for him to speak openly to others like himself outside the confounds of this drab city.
The rest of his apparment was very much like any other, he had a bedroom that consited of nothing more then a four poster bed and a few candles to light it.
*A touch screen drawing pad for the computer not a paper writing tablet
The rest of his apparment was very much like any other, he had a bedroom that consited of nothing more then a four poster bed and a few candles to light it.
*A touch screen drawing pad for the computer not a paper writing tablet
