"[i]You look a lot like him.[/i]" The strange old man's words confused Nathan; who did he look a lot like? Did he remind him of an old friend back when he was Nathan's age? "[i]Is there someplace we can sit down and talk, Nathan?[/i]" When Azmaldus asked him that, Nathan had to stop and think; His home had been furnished under the idea that he would be the only one to ever be inside it, as such, he only had one chair. 

'...Maybe he could use my chair, and I could sit on my bed' he thought. "Um, sure. Just give me a second." Grabbing his sole chair, a humble stool, from the kitchen, he brought it to his bedroom for Azmaldus to use. "It's the only thing I have" he told him "to be honest; your my first house guest. I never even imagined that I'd have a first"