RP: Anders (serhealsalot_fadewalk)

[modernhawke]

Logan let himself be pulled into the room after a cursory glance seemed to confirm it was unoccupied. It seemed, to his eye, to be decorated in a Marcher style, not overly lavish but not really plain either. The bed, a sturdy looking construction of dark wood hung with crimson and gold trappings, was at least a queen if not a king, and jutted out kitty-corner into the center of the room. A window looked out over the Skyhold grounds, and there was a small seating area with a low couch and a chair just in and to the right of the door. A pair of wardrobes took up one wall. Everything was a little too done up in shades of red for Logan's tastes, but it wasn't horrendous.

"This is nice," he told Anders, eying the map of the Free Marches which hung over the couch. There was a vaguely citrus-y scent hiding under an unused, dusty smell.