"Stop dwelling on the past, shadem. It was always your greatest flaw. Go, all of you, I'm sure you'd like to bathe and rest. It will take the servants a few hours to prepare a suitable meal. I will go through the library and pull a few books that may be useful and have them waiting." Eser stood and went to pull a long silk rope in another corner of the room.
A moment later a servant appeared and escorted them away, up winding stairs and down a hallway, showing each of them to a room.
Mahzan's room was as elegant and sumptuous as the rest of the house, though an impression of loneliness permeated everything and gave the place a bittersweet mien.
Unfamiliar clothes were laid out on the bed, several years out of fashion, but in good condition. His own spare clothes were nowhere to be seen, presumably taken off for cleaning. Thank the Dragon, he was tired of smelling like horse and sweat and dirt.