[h2]Alexander[/h2] Alexander blinked several times as his brain processed Ryker's question. And then he again needed the support of the railing as he burst into a hysterical fit of laughter. It didn't last too long, however, as he managed to compose himself enough to realize it was probably extremely awkward for his new roommate. "Sorry, sorry," he said as he picked himself back up and brushed the hair off of his forehead, "It's just... oh man, Eleanor and 'stuffy' in the same sentence. Nah, she was just putting that on for your folks. Wouldn't do to have stuck-ups like them see how she [i]actually[/i] is, she's as Nonsense as they come." "Oh, right," Alexander interjected mostly to himself, "You haven't had the talk yet, so you have no idea what I mean by that. Won't be too long though, don't worry. Let's keep going to the room, shall we?" He grabbed Ryker's bag again and kept going up the stairs. A few minutes later they arrived at one of the mansion's many rooms. A twist of the knob sent them into... a room that was half clean, organized, and brand new, and half quite a mess. A few clothes were scattered about, but mostly it was logs in a variety of sizes and wood shavings. Some of them showed very clear signs of being altered or cut, and a space on the floor by the bed was strewn with wood shavings. One of the few clean places was the top of a nearby dresser, where rested a large, curved dagger in its sheathe laid neatly next to three metal files (author's note: as in nail file) with a bottle of sewing machine oil and a folded rag behind them. And yet, for all the seeming disarray, the other half of the room wasn't touched. "Sorry about the mess," Alexander said as he beckoned into the space, "I, uh, I kinda like woodcarving. Takes me back to when I.... well, it takes me back home. Anyway, that side's yours. May not want to spend much time getting settled though, I bet Eleanor's going to come get you for the talk any minute now once your folks are gone. But, uh... welcome to your new home?" [@Siaya Dragalorn]