There is a strange character about the room, too. An alienness that goes beyond mere decor, beyond artifacts. A strangeness Bandit can’t quite identify. It’s like coming to a foreign land, a place beyond the world of the mundane. Maybe that has to do with the fact that the house is occupied by a mage—one of those hermetic types who try to reduce the magnificent of nature to ridiculous artificial abstractions. Or maybe it’s something more.