[ Byerly bows and takes Prior's hand. Then he leads him up, like a cavalier drawing his lady home, up the stairs and to his room.
The room is...well. Like you'd suspect. Not filthy, but cluttered: discarded clothing on the floor, a towel hanging off a doorknob. No books. Bed unmade. By looks unfazed by that, unembarrassed, as he pulls him inside. ]
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The room is...well. Like you'd suspect. Not filthy, but cluttered: discarded clothing on the floor, a towel hanging off a doorknob. No books. Bed unmade. By looks unfazed by that, unembarrassed, as he pulls him inside. ]