"You are here, Knight."
When I enter the room, I notice that Kalakuta is seated on a simple mat, having a humble demeanor and a calm smile.
His presence no longer seems overwhelming, and there is no savagery in his countenance.
His ebony skin glistens like gold, or perhaps bronze, and his long braided hair cascades down his face without any string holding them together.
He wears a fur robe that covers his body, but parts of his bulging chest and strong arms are still evident, and I can see the scars they hold.
The room is simple, although vast.
I imagine this used to be one of the Imperial Quarters, since we now dwell in the Imperial Palace.
'It seems he got rid of all the designs and simply left it plain…' My thoughts calmly trail in observation.
Although I notice his gaze on me, and I know he must have noticed my keen observation of his quarters, he doesn't say anything to explain himself or what he has done with the place.
