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Well, he understood at least, why the Arch-Bishop had chosen to set their rooms in a manner that encouraged, or at least, forced an adaptation towards others. Tear down the shelter of nobility early and all. Slightly more questionable, of course, that the man would have allowed for mixed genders, considering how exceptionally truthful the rumors surrounding Andrion's own nighttime escapades were, but what can one do?

He'd end up with a warm bed, no matter how many people the Arch-Bishop jammed into his room.

[b]"No need to be so uptight about it, mate,"[/b] Andrion replied, pulling the door open. [b]"First time sharing it with a prince myself, but hey, can't be worst than having twelve to a room."[/b] Once it had opened, it was clear too that Andrion had already moved in a fair while ago. Despite the relatively sparse furnishings on the side of room that had been claimed with his stuff, the man had already set up a divider that cleanly partitioned the room into two halves. A cold draft aired out the room and beyond the potted flowers by the windowsill, he had but a thin rug draped over the stone floors, as well as a bundle of furs that were collected over his bed. Beside it, hanging from crude iron mounts, was a hunting spear and a fishing rod, while a shelf held various bundles of parchment that smelled of spiced and cured meats.

[b]"Feel free to take some if you're feeling peckish,"[/b] he said, gesturing towards the shelf. [b]"Though maybe keep to your side if you hear me with another. I don't mind too much, but some ladies are more comfortable with a bit of privacy.[/b]