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His room was not particularly messy, but it did seem a considerable amount warmer than the downstairs. Drier, scented lightly with sand and dust and all the things Arabia is supposed to smell like - similiar to Mexico. There are no spices in the air, so it's likely they're almost identical.
The bed is a solid, warm wood and the sheets are soft but not of any great quality. It's neat, books here and there next to the bed with a roll of paper and ink wells of varying colours.
He nudges Parker inside, closing the door quietly and facing the young man shortly after.