He opened the door to the west tower, and gestured at Adrien to come in; after climbing up a narrow spiral staircase, they reached a second door, which Valerion pushed open.

"This will be your room".

To Adrien's surprise, the act of opening the door had caused several torches to light up in rapid succession all around the stone walls of the room. Amazed, he walked inside, and looked around. This room was also octagonal, but smaller - while still being at least twice the size of the bedroom he had back home. Compared to the room downstairs, this one was a lot less decorated - except for the torches, the walls were barren. It was furnished with a wardrobe, a dresser, a desk, a chair, and a bed - all made of a shiny, warm auburn wood; none of that splintery, musty, greyed wood that Adrien was far too familiar with - these were beautiful, well-crafted objects. Here too, the floor was covered in tiles with beautiful geometrical patterns - different than the ones downstairs. There was a small window on one of the eight walls; its curtains were patterned with a motif that resembled that of the tiles. On another wall, there was a door; Adrien walked towards it.

"Would you like to see the bathroom?", Valerion said from behind him.