This chamber serves as Blademaster Hartnek Lomasa's official private space on this level of the barracks, where he can meet with individual soldiers and visiting dignitaries, but it isn't designed for frequent occupation. It has a few wooden chairs, a writing desk with inkwell and quill, and a tapestry featuring images depicting an assault on the fortress by werebeasts some three centuries ago. A knock comes on the door from outside. Hartnek Lomasa glances up. Sets down the parchment and calls: "Come in." Milo nods. "The same, m'lord. They slip through my grasp like oil through water."