My eyes drifted away from her to survey the new bedroom. While Fylaneiros had done a wonderful job of moving my belongings here, they didn’t really have a sense of decor. Not that I could say that I was, but there were a few touches I would have changed. The bedroom was spacious with a large open closet on one side, a small table with a few magical tablets linked to the grand library, the Annals of the World, which sadly didn’t have any information about Death on them. The devices were only linked to unrestricted sections of the library, meaning I would have to go there in person. Several knick knacks from my first life were scattered around the rooms, many preserved by magic, like my old backpack and my first ritual dagger. Echoes from my adventures after leaving Hogwarts and a few moments with Arthur and Merlin. After the Round Table had been established and Avalon was in the air, I didn’t have as much time to return here. 