Magic Key
Tycondrius checked his pocket watch. With the time displayed, Athena Vanzano should have returned from her classes at the Academy. While there was still over a bell before evening training, he wished to discuss something with the young lady in private.
He casually strolled through the manor, still somewhat annoyed by the lack of decorations. From the way dust and discoloration had gathered, the manor was... cluttered in the past. With those items removed, what was left was an irksome sense of emptiness.
The large waiting room contained a single gaudy couch, an end table, and multiple bare shelves.
It offended his aesthetics.
The couch could be pushed against the wall. All the shelves but one could be removed. A simple rug could tie the room together-- a dark red, perhaps... a powerful color. Arranged well, the room would still be spartan, but it would appear open. Simple, but purposeful.
A clay pot with a green plant wouldn't cost too much...