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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 12:05 am
A small (by Playhouse standards), villa, Ancient Roman in design but with all the comforts of the modern age. Lent to Gareht by the arms dealer who brought him to the island, the villa sits on a large hill overlooking the southern shore. An orchard with a variety of fruit trees covers the northern slope of the hill, and the villa has a large garden in a courtyard (which has not been properly tended in some time.) The villa also boasts an outdoor pool, three bedrooms, a servants' quarters, a large kitchen and dining room, and two sitting areas--one on the lower level, one atop the roof.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 12:31 am
Gareht's villa was about ten minutes' drive--in the newly-acquired jeep which was by far the finest vehicle he;d ever been in--from the Playhouse's main building. Parking at random on the front lawn, he did his best to point out the various features to Saphire as he led her in, although the place was quite new to him as well.
"We'll have a proper tour and find you a room--after supper. Right now, I'm starving." Entering through the main hall and turning into the kitchen, Gareht gestured vaguely at the array of cupboards and cookware. "And I'm hopeless at cooking, so I your first job is to cook something for your master. I'll be outside working with the jeep, just come and find me when its ready. And you'll regret it if you get any bright ideas involving the knives." he added, suspicion creeping in; then, much more lightly "Don't worry too much. I grew up on freeze-dried rations, I'm sure you can top that."
Unhooking Saphire's leash and hanging it on the wall, he left the through feelingf deeply satisfied not to be going the aggravation of trying to cook again.
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