Aldanith laughed. "More likely a wine party. I bloody hate tea." he smirked, and opened the door. Leading Deacon into the shadowy chamber, filled with piles of gold, scattered on the stones and hung on the stolen furniture, he threw the dark shirt somewhere afar.
There was one wide bed, hanging on chains from the ceiling, in a smaller semi-circular niche on the other side of the room, weapons and armour on the walls, several smaller tables, chairs, hunting trophies and other expensive (but none actually bought) furniture, but the most dominant feature was the large pile of gold in the middle. Aldanith used to sleep on it like a dragon, covered in dark furs and exquisite fabrics, and it was even larger than his actual bed.
He just passed the gold, and led Deacon to a smaller chamber. There, a large wooden desk stood in the middle, and around it were countless shelves with scrips, scrolls and books. Again, there was gold around, and a great, ornate throne behind the table. The dark elf nonchalantly sat onto it across the armrests, leaning against one, and letting his legs hang over the other.
An opened bottle of mead stood on the table. He grabbed it, and took a drink from it, gesturing Deacon to sit down on the other chair in front of the table.
