Rone was raking his brain now. He remembered long, overblown descriptions of this one and his beloved from his brother's convenient diary. Romeo, his name was. Ah yes. Well, then the answer was simple.

"Take a seat," he offered, gesturing to the chair that was farthest from the closet, and the terrible secret that he'd hidden inside. "And tell me more."

His brother kept his liquor in the ornate dresser nearby, a convenient place to conceal his dark, secret drinking habit, which had been a source of much woe in the past, according to the diary. He made his way over and pulled out a bottle of scotch, and two fine glasses. One for either of them, offering Romeo a glass and making to pour.