Tirarian entered her friends manor. The design was lovely, and she had a soft spot for red wood floors. From the manors she had 'visited' before, this one looked fairly middle class, and Elric had likely bought it, instead of inheriting it. Indeed, being a surgeon was a lucrative business, this building wouldn't be beyond his funding.

A glance at the paintings on the walls brought a shudder to the gnome. She had always hated disease, and something about the beaked mask was highly unsettling. Why by all the gods would you have such a painting on the walls? Tirarian became acutely aware of the fact this was a glimpse of her friend behind the sly smile and the quick razor. She looked at the floors again, in a different light, red wood would cover up a lot of mess...

She hid her discomfort beneath pleasant conversation, though she had no doubt a man like Elric would miss such a detail in her voice, as much as she tried to hide it. "How long have you had this place?"