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He laughs nervously a bit before leading Vincent to his room, "Well, the police and rangers said they never wanted to try that again even if none of their men obtained severe injuries." Walking into his room he tosses his bag onto the bed, then kicks off his shoes and sticks them under the foot of the bed. "Thanks, and if you want to take you're shoes off you can, or if you want slippers or something I can get some. Just since we normally carry sizes worn in our family I have no idea if we have your size in slippers."

When entering, to the right of the door was his desk and a couple books shelves filled with books about math and music. Some ranged from composition and playing styles for different kinds of instruments to historical figures in music. Opposite the door the entire wall is a glass window looking over the woods and mountains behind them. In the distance behind the trees there's a sliver of lake glittering in the light. Off to the left is Don's bed with a small walk in closet, which Don walks over to and pulls out a pair of slippers for himself. The inside is lined with fluffy fleece that's noticeable as he slips his feet into the slippers.