There is a room. It looks like a study. There's a large darkly varnished wooden desk and chair, floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with books, some chairs, and a smaller circular table. The scent of nutmeg and lavender is heavy in the air. There's an incense burner with a stick in it — the faintly glowing ember at the bottom of it suggests that it just finished burning out.
On the side opposite the desk, there's a window. It shows white clouds — only clouds. There's one door on each of the two other walls. The wall with the desk has a large framed painting or diagram of a bunch of circles, as well as other framed paintings, some unusually lifelike, of landscapes and of people.
The desk has a bunch of loose paperwork, some in trays, some not. The desk has a complicated metal device with letters on it. There are metal dip pens and ink bottles and inkwells.
There are no people in the room save the two of them.