0232 - Abel and the Saber.
After Lu Xan gave Abel a quick tour of the room in the inner courtyard of the Clan Manager's villa, he left without much ceremony. Now alone, Abel stood in the middle of his new quarters. No Tu Rong this time. Just silence.
The room felt extravagantly grand and spacious compared to the previous one. Tall walls framed by polished, shiny rosewood pillars rose high above him. Dim lanterns hung from ornate hooks, casting a soft glow over furniture whose purposes he barely understood.
The bed, much larger than the one in the previous room, had tall posts with silk curtains draped over them. The mattress, nearly as thick as Abel himself, looked so soft it could swallow a person whole. A deep red blanket faintly shimmered in the lantern light. Beside the bed, a carved wardrobe stood tall, its doors depicting detailed images of mountains and rivers.