Sure, so the whole file is this:
My head aches some, the dull thrumming rousing me from my unnatural sleep.
Rubbing the crust away from my eyes I pull my heavy body to sit up and look
around. The room is made in brown and green colors, the ceiling high above
my head. The sound of rain pounding against glass fills my ears, and I
notice the large panels lining one wall, going from the floor to nearly
twice my height before becoming brick.
The bed is soft. The rich texture between my fingers is fur; and I notice
that the mattress is lined with animal pelts.
It feels absolutely bizarre; the edges, the walls of the room look so clean
and modern -- glass so clear it's only noticeable by the raindrops sliding
down, brick that's clean and set in straight rows with paintings of strange
symbols hanging in a band around the room -- but everything else is rough
and rustic -- the bed lined with furs, the wooden dresser knotted and
thick, the lampshade made of thin stretched rawhide.
This is not what I had expected of Witcher's home.
When I get up there is a plush rug beneath my feet, and when I step off of
it the floorboards are smoother than they seemed from the bed and warm. The
first door I come to is open, revealing a bathroom with stone tiles and a
standing shower -- I ignore it.
Venturing to the other door I open it out into a hallway with wooden walls
and more strange paintings -- these smaller than the ones from the other
room -- spaced evenly all the way down the hall.
There are lamps throwing light in small pools going each way down the
corridor, and I wonder for a long moment which way to go; but a slight
sound to my left makes me think that Witcher might be down that way.
#I head left to go see her.
*set boldness %+15
#I go right, hoping she doesn't know that I'm awake. Maybe I can avoid her.
*set boldness %+5
*set curiousity %+15
*set boldness %+8