The second floor of the house was brighter than the first because on the side facing the street, there was a large floor-to-ceiling window. A light gray gauzy curtain with embroidered vines hung on the window.
After carefully making his way up, Bartlett saw that Zombie Daniel was currently leaning on a lounge chair under the floor-to-ceiling window, gently rocking back and forth. Ahead of him was a square tea table, on which sat an exquisite set of tea ware.
"I don't know who originally owned this house. Maybe it was some unsuspecting guy down on the street or maybe some mage who came here occasionally had casually disposed him. Anyway, this house is mine now." The zombie rocked leisurely on the lounge chair, "I'm sorry I can't offer you any tea because there's no hot water. I did manage to find some aged tea leaves, but I presume they have long since been rendered undrinkable by the negative energy here."
