Goldsworth gave Soren a cold stare, and then he flicked his hair dramatically.
"Hmph... Three days." Goldsworth muttered.
He zipped his suitcase shut and stormed past, his posse trailing behind him with the remaining luggage in stiff silence.
The door slid closed as Soren and Cynthia stepped inside.
"…Wow," Soren exclaimed.
The room was massive.
The first thing that caught Soren's attention was the soft, white carpet covering the floor.
It was warm under his feet.
Tall windows stretched along one wall, letting in the glow of the academy's aether-lights outside.
Elegant curtains embroidered with subtle silver patterns framed the glass.
At the corners and shelves were little pots of flowers—real ones, not holograms—their faint fragrance lingering in the air.
A low glass table sat between two plush couches, and a polished desk stood neatly against the far wall.
It had a very spotless surface.
Goldsworth had actually taken care of the place.
