"Have you any last questions for the lady?" Ionathan asked Emil, as he stood to go. Following suit, Emil stood up as well, the offer of warm bedding and bathing a wonderful respite from the last week and a half of traveling and sleeping against his horse. Emil was almost giddy at the offer- catching himself before he appeared immature. Strange that he enjoyed the idea of warm food, bed and bathing moreso than he had before- this wasn't his first time on the road for any stretch of time, and it certainly wouldn't be his last. But perhaps the idea of something that reminded him of home that had him this way. 

Remembering that Ionathan had asked him a question, Emil slowly shook his head. "Ah, no, Sir Ionathan- and Lady Genevieve, I have no further questions that have not yet been asked."

Lady Genevieve reached for a bell and gave it a shake, almost magically producing the same young girl from before- the one with the simple, yet charming appearance. Giving the young maid a small smile, Emil would follow the maid and the others as they were led to their respective rooms.

The "Personal Quarters" the Sage spoke of, were quite lavish to say the least. While not a massive room, it was plenty spacious for a single person, and featured fine, dark wood flooring, a large soft bed with a trunk at its foot was the most prominent piece of furniture in the room. On the opposite wall was a small seating area, with a short table, and a few cushioned chairs, alongside a desk, and small bookshelf. The bookshelf itself was only sparsely populated- Emil doubted the lady would leave many books in a guest room as opposed to a library, and the entirety of the room was set a warm yellow-orange from the glow of various lamps placed throughout the room. Steam filtering out of an open doorway in the corner of the room implied that the bath was also heated and ready for him to enter.   

Taking a moment to walk around the room and take in his surroundings, Emil gently rested his sword and shield at the foot of the bed by the trunk, and took his time removing his armor from his body. Now free of the weight of his armor- which admittedly wasn't [i]that[/i] heavy, Emil rolled his shoulders and stretched, his muscles whining from not having been properly stretched in days.