Thinking about it he noticed that he hadn't put on any clothes yet. Putting on a white shirt, a leather vest and some cloth pants he moves to the next room, his living room. A room not much bigger than his bedroom. Only fitted with a clothing rack at the door, an armchair in one corner right in front of the fireplace and a large carpet covering the ground. He really likes to live simple due to him not wanting to get attention while living in the slums. Taking a seat in his comfortable armchair. "It's nice to have this luxury without even paying anything for it" still grinning.
"Guess I'll take another look at my collection before I go out. Gotta stay inspired" getting up from his chair and stepping over to his fireplace, pushing in one of the stones. Slight rumbling can be felt, dust falling from the ceiling and the fireplace moving inwards revealing a small lantern lit room. "I'm still amazed at how they built this. I need to ask them to make some renovations though." The room that got exposed is his "Trophy Room" or collection as he likes to call it. Taking a look at some of the items there he reminiscents about the adventures he had while "collecting" them.
"Maybe I should visit each of them again. For old times sake, you know? Some might even be happy to see their belongings again."