[ We would see if Frumpkin let Bren go; that unfortunately was beside the point. Right now Essek knew that the other man felt strange and ill-at-ease here within this miniature palace. A valid point really since it could be daunting, the stairs and the neverending cooridoors; the winding stairs that went around and around leading up to turreted chambers that were secreted by time.

The Amber rooms were in the same wing but different side. Where the Amber rooms got much sunlight, the Amethyst was not given such a luxury, as it was swathed and drapped in perpetual darkness from it's placement within the house, a room with no windows, just as he preferred. ]

My library has been in disarray since my ah.. husband passed away, and requires a bit of attention. Perhaps you may set it to rights?

[ That was a test of course, to see how Bren reacted to books. Was this really Caleb, had the soul been reincarnated properly? It felt like an almost loaded question ]

You would be left to your own devices during the day of course, as I keep nighttime hours; but this is something that we may discuss when I wake up tomorrow evening--