As if sensing her name had been mentioned, Asleif stepped out of her room, having spent the better part of the day weaving transmutation spells to put it the way she liked it (including turning the air conditioning up to levels that would likely have chilled the marrow off mortals).
"A search for a bed, Ohu? Surely, thou must be joking."
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