Theron's eyes swept over the plain room. It was well and truly the room of an assassin, bland in all respects and carrying not the slightest hint of personalization.
Grey stone made up the bed and the tables, and there wasn't so much as a window. Not that there would be one when they were so deep underground anyway.
However, if the room had anything going for it, it was the cool air that was somehow fresh and airy instead of stuffy and humid like one might expect.
Theron noticed quite quickly that there were hidden spatial nodes filtering in air from what must have been quite a nice region.
Maybe he was wrong in his initial assessment. There was a bit of personality to this room, it was just that they weren't obvious at a single glance.
'In that case, what else is hidden from plain sight?'
Theron began to look around, feeling for fluctuations with his senses. He pushed his Third Eye to its limits, sweeping over every nook and cranny until he found something.
