Fortunately, Lydia was unaware that it was me. Years of maid service later, her maid led me quietly down the hall to the guest room. As we strolled by Lydia's house packed with magnificent paintings and antique furnishings, the maid was courteous and her smile comforting. We arrived to the guest room at last.

I had never seen a guest room like this one before. Items from what they referred to as the Western Warrior Pack were used to embellish it. Swords in gleaming cases, each one reflecting light in a unique manner, covered the walls. The drapes gleamed in the low light, their rich, enigmatic crimson color.

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