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Selakir
Kenner smiled back at her as she asked this small bevy of questions. He released her arm and stood back up before he began to explain on what she asked. "The rules are rather straight forward, no harming another house member, outside of certain situations at least. No stealing from another house member and when asked to help by a guard, you are to comply to the best of your ability." He grabs a small chocolate roll from the plate in front of his and slightly bites on the edge of it, giving a slight murmur of approval as he did.

"Relationships are fine so long as they do not interfere with your daily activities."
"You are also permitted to move about the upper floors, though if you wish to go above this floor you will need a guard to escort you. The same goes for all the floors below ground level, though the guards escort is for more your own protection. Many of the rules that apply up here are not wholly held true down below." Alia leans forward with a slight chuckle. "Yes, in case you like to visit the arena, then I suggest you just stay up here with the rest of us."

"Formal functions are much of the same. Tend to any duties that you are given, which can be anything from entertaining the guest, or even just serving them drinks and keeping them fed. Everyone chips in to help when such events come around, so it's really nothing new." Alia chimes in again as he finishes. "A note will be on the inside of your door every morning, that will detail your duties for the day, as in where you shall go and who you shall meet. Other than that, you are free to do as you like and to go see whomever you wish."

Alexander
The sound of the harp echoed out through the room as he played. Alexander could tell that these rooms were built with the idea of harmonizing sound in mind and that despite being full of unused instruments. This room might at one time have double as a small auditorium of sorts. Purna had already left by the time he managed to play the tenth note. Keeping a small smirk on her face all the while as she walked. There was a body there now however, after finding a seat. This person had began to watch him play, each pluck of the strings and each time he shifted the grip of his body against the instrument.

He could not see them in his view, but he could smell them. A pungent odor, like that of a wild yam wafting in from over his right shoulder. They watched as he continued, not wanting to disturb him as he did so.

Babble
As the girl looked down at Babble and continued to write, she kept her mind about her. Babble could tell that she was used to even strange guest and his actions did not bother in the least. Though she didn't know if he was doing so for any kind of purchase or not, only asking as such in her notes.

As she finished writing a nurse came walking through the far door and towards them. In her hands was a trey, more akin to silver platter, but on it sat three small jars. That she lightly sat on the side of the bed while Philippe thanked her and then ushered her off. Even laying there Babble could hear a small noise, almost like a solemn song coming from the direction of the jars. As they sat on the corner of the bed he could look down and see that the small jars contained a myriad of what appeared to be fluids. One being a dark and viscos ichor like substance, sloshing lightly as the tray was sat down. The second being sapphire colored gel that sat at the bottom of the container. Despite sitting still, the gel roiled in place, like a small storm bubbled under its depths. The last one, being the same that Babble could hear emitting the lite singing tone. Had a clear liquid with several small stones sitting at the bottom.

It sounded like the ocean, or what he could only guess was the ocean. Like two sea bound entities singing back to one another in a slight chorus.