The square room before the barbarians offers a few comfortable-looking chairs and divans, although dust and perhaps even a little mildew covers them. There are tables holding unlit lamps, a large glass hooka pipe. Paintings hang on the north and south walls with calm, pastoral scenes. Someone has even built a large recessed bookcase into the western wall, but a glass panel flush with the wall prevents access. Above the shelf, a row of colored square pegs fit into small holes. Pol starts forward eagerly, after jumping a bit when the door slid into the floor. Wolfgar snags him by his collar. "Ease up, young warrior," the older man says.