Marloc

I feel opinionated.

Marloc's home never seems to be anything but spotless- the white (very white) china, the red (very red) drapes. Odd, that. Marloc's worked out how to lead someone there without having to enter the miniature wasteland outside, which is relieving, because he's sure someone was going to ask questions sometime.

The bed is right there.

Marloc first leads them to outside his house in Glasgow, and then into it. Inside is lavish, as the outside is not; things are real ivory, real velvet. Marloc walks off deeper in without a word, leaving Norrin to follow or explore.

Javier's lead somewhere unseen in the Nexus, and teleported with a PINpoint to outside a building which looks condemned. Down some steps is a clean, hardwood door- everything else is green with miry vegetable muck from some sea storm, the sky is bone white.

"Welcome to Glasgow," Marloc murmurs to Javier, his arm curling around the other guy's shoulders to compliment the one-armed hug he's recieving. He seems to be feeling a little better already.