Ch 4 Alone with my Thoughts
He went through the door and turned around trying to get his bearings. He had no idea where to go. The servant that his patron was supposed to send had never come while he had been sketching, and he hadn't thought to ask any of the trainee's when he had the chance.
He wandered the halls for awhile before he spotted a servant."Hey" he called. The man turned and started towards him.
"I arrived with Lady Herent and she was going to send a servant to show me where our rooms are, but I must have missed him, could you find out where they are" he asked the man.
He nodded and said "follow me". He followed the man for some time, and was beginning to wonder whether he had picked the right person to ask when they came to another servant.
"Darnel, this man was with Lady Herent, do you know which rooms she reserved for herself and her guest" the servant asked. The other man nodded and gestured for him to follow.
The bag on his shoulder was getting heavier, so he was glad his room was only halfway down the same corridor they were in. He thanked the man and entered, dropping his bag on the nearest chair.
The room was nice, Lady Herent must have been thinking about him when she picked it. There was a large table with a supply of candles he could use for his drawing. Wall hangings of a rather good quality were hanging near the bed.
And he was relieved to notice no clashing colors or gaudy decorations. Everything was in very good taste. Some people equated prosperity with flash. And in his life he had seen some truly painful displays of bad taste.
He yawned as he walked to the bag by the bed, good, I'm tired he thought to himself. As he got ready for bed, he decided that he wasn't surprised that the Lady had picked such a nice room, in her townhouse he had never seen anything that wasn't well-made and a pleasure to look at.
He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, asleep almost before he pulled the covers over himself.
