Of course there is. I do have some spare space left, you know. Especially since you told me before I was supposed to be using the bookcases, whatever that meant.

[ Or some such vaguely put out equivalent huffed while shutting his door, no matter which one of them was shutting it. Probably Sylvain since that'd involve more complaining since the state of his own room is just fine, if you ask Claude, and all of those books have a purpose for being there. So does the deliberate mention of knots and their uses, which gets a grin from him as they close in on the final block. ]

Wouldn't you rather have a live demonstration? I find that's more effective than words for just about everything.

[ A lie, even if it's a teasing one: there's plenty he likes about words and far more of that which Sylvain's been subject to when it comes to the believability of that statement. No matter; they've reached the inn door and Claude reaches with his free hand to open it. ]

Now, take a guess where you are. If you're right I might even consider taking the blindfold off of you.