"Well..." Emerick struggled to keep his face straight. "I have to say, it is a rather impressive looking... broom closet."
"Now, now, don't be shy," Count Deemer grinned wickedly. "Feel free to tell me what you think about it!"
"I've never known a broom that required so much space to live," Emerick replied as he walked into the tight space. Indeed, it was fairly large for a broom closet, but it was still a closet and didn't have enough space even for a decent sized make-shift bed. "That said, I am not in the habit of sleeping standing up... so..."
"Oh pish tosh, we both know you wouldn't bother sleeping here anyway," Count Deemer waved a hand dismissively. "It's merely for appearances."
"Just what kind of appearances are you going for?" Emerick wondered with some concern. Rathus, who had been following them even after being shown his room, was snickering. Emerick supposed he deserved that.
