Yrael has a room, but he rarely thinks of it. It's used for the storage of his musical instruments and books, rather than as a place to sleep. He sleeps in his box in the Staff corridor, where he has always made his home, since he came here.
It doesn't take long to get to the large flat rock by the lake shore. It would be perfect for sunbathing or catnaps in the blazing summer sun. Mrrrr.
"Make yourself comfortable as possible, I suppose," Yrael says, sitting cross-legged on one side of the stone.
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Yrael has a room, but he rarely thinks of it. It's used for the storage of his musical instruments and books, rather than as a place to sleep. He sleeps in his box in the Staff corridor, where he has always made his home, since he came here.
It doesn't take long to get to the large flat rock by the lake shore. It would be perfect for sunbathing or catnaps in the blazing summer sun. Mrrrr.
"Make yourself comfortable as possible, I suppose," Yrael says, sitting cross-legged on one side of the stone.