A faint smell of incense teases your nose as you enter this room. You step onto a soft bearskin rug and look around. A simple bed lies against the far wall. At the foot of it is a sturdy, ironbound chest, most likely full of Melancholy's trappings from her adventuring days. On a small table under a window to the east is a vase with a single white rose. Other than that, the room is quite bare.