"Largest room upstairs, you can' miss it." She followed behind him, carrying the large box with her upstairs. Once she made it to the Master bedroom, she carefully placed the box down and began to open it.

Alisa had good taste when it came to pieces of furniture. She got furniture that matched the date of the house, all in a dark cherry-wood. The bed was made, a few clothes in the closet, but there were still a few boxes of things around the place.

"When you say "work", you mean you want me to paint you, don'cha?" Alisa sighed, discovering the box was filled with various art supplies. All were high end art supplies, and the kind she used to play with when she had her gallery. "I'll be honest, Alistaire. I don' know if I can. I'm not feelin' any inspiration to paint dese days. My ego's taken a few blows, an' my muse has been t'rough worse."