Silas's fingers brushed the books as he walked through the study.
Then he stopped.
"I like this study," he muttered, his eyes still darting from shelf to shelf.
As something created for him by the academy, the knowledge was definitely not trivial.
Howard nodded calmly at Silas's words.
"Let's go to the kitchen next," he said.
Silas nodded, following behind Howard.
The kitchen door, made from exquisite brown wood, creaked open as Howard pressed against the knob.
Silas stepped in after Howard.
The kitchen was big enough to support two different caterers preparing meals without conflict.
The cabinets were a deep matte black that glistened gently under the setting sun's rays.
In the centre was a marble island.
A small window that showed a beautiful little garden hung above the sink.
After a brief look around, Silas was already leaving for the next place.
"This is really beautiful," he commented as they exited the kitchen.
Howard nodded.
