Achillia surveyed the cabin after being shown to the place by one of Rebecca's servants..apparently her new liege was tied up on urgent business and was not available. The young warrior was glad though to not be staying in the keep, one look at the boxy structure told her that while it was strongly constructed, it was not built for war. Fine tall windows, ornate drapes and chandeliers seen within, dark mahogany paneling. No. It was a display more of wealth and comfort than for sustaining a seige while inflicting the maximum death and destruction to would be invaders.
Sighing, she was relieved to see that the cabin was quite stout and hearty..at least from the outside. As the servent left, pressing a key to her palm, she watched the girl go and returned her ocean blue pools upon the structure. The key fit perfectly and the heavy wooden door opened promptly. Then an immediate frown appeared upon the warriors face as the light of day spilled inside thru that threshold, illuminating the fine decor, the interior elegant in fact. It was everything but a cabin! In fact, the inside seemed to match the gaudy splendor of silk, gold and crystal that she glimpsed through the windows of the keep. "By AdenVer's huge balls"...it was a curse she only muttered when completlely alone.
Stepping inside, her eyes swept the interior and she surveyed the rooms. A small kitchen, very well stocked, a dining area...well the round dinner table and wine rack, which was very well stocked, did appeal to her spartan tastes at least. Then a bath, and by the gods, it smelled of the perfumes of 20 whores! Quickly exiting that, she finally came to the bedroom, a very lavish affair for a cabin, drapes, candlebras, a large mirror, chests full of dresses and fancy clothes. All useless save the bed and one of the blankets and pillows which were heaped about it. But she appreciated that there was a smaller fireplace in the bedroom, matching that in the main living room. The cabin would be very warm in the winter.
Fireplaces! Thoughts quickly turned to action and in no time, the dark haired squire had both fired up, flames dancing and flickering, casting warm light among the growing shadows about the spaces of the cabin as the sun fell. Plenty of illumination to work by. And work she did, after stripping off her weapons and armor and sharpening and oiling, first things had to be done first, now only wearing a skimpy loincloth and a cut off sleeveless top, she began 'fixing' her new home. Beginning with the drapery and ornate objects..furniture she couldnt really acertain its purpose..and fed these to the fireplaces, which seemed to consume the functionless items with gusto, snapping and popping, these items and things reduced to embers floating up the chimneys.
By morning, her task was done. Every room was stripped to the essentials only. In fact, she could pack up all her belongings into a backpack, or two, and leave in under an hour. The bedroom appeared as an AdenVer temple, a simple..if large... bed, a single chest for a few strips of clothing, a display for her armor and weapons. A bed stand with her prayer book and ritual oils. The living room appeared more like an armory with her bronze round shield on the mantal, spears and bows and arrows and blades of all sorts displayed, enough to arm her five times over. And one specific large piece of furniture had been trimmed and cut and moved to the wall by the door for one purpose..to serve as a barricade should she need to block the entrance complety.
Everywhere, in each room, every wall, every corner..all was simplified to a military purpose...or burned. Satisfied, she strode outside in the morning glow of the rising sun, golden rays streaming through the now fading smoke from the chimneys. Taking out a dagger, she began to carve letters onto the front door, at eye level. A prayer. A warning.