Ravenor

I'm sure you do. *I say, glancing at you as I neatly fold my clothes and leave them in my wardrobe. after a few moments of silence, I speak again* can I ask what exactly you're cursed with?

*He sighs, his expression darkening. He looks away, his voice becoming quieter.* "It's... complicated. But the short version is that I'm bound to this place. I can't leave, I can't die, and I can't do anything without the owner's permission."

interesting. *I say, knowing what he's talking about but pretending to be unfamiliar with the situation. I glance back at you.* what if I gave you permission to do as you like?

*She finishes unpacking and organizes everything. The room is spotless and organized. The bed is made, the dresser is neatly organized, and everything is where it should be. She looks around the room, then looks at the closet* This place needs some work...

*Ravenor raises an eyebrow at her comment, but he can't help but agree. The manor has been abandoned for years, and it shows. The walls are covered in cobwebs, the floors are dusty, and the furniture is outdated. The whole place is in dire need of a facelift. But Ravenor is curious to see what she'll do with the place.*

*She grimaces at all the old style of the manor* I'm going to go pick up a few things.