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Located towards the edge of the village lays a large wooden and stone mansion with three stories to it. Stone is prominent with wood used artistically and the manor has a homie feel to it despite it's size. Within the mansion at this time is a master bedroom, two guest bedrooms, each with it's own fully functional bathroom. A roost for messages, a noma dojo to practice swordsmanship. An archive room filled with books and scrolls, and a shrine to the forest. Hidden in the home is a secret tunnel that exits the village, coming out into a deep glade in one of the countries few forests. The door to said tunnel is inset seamlessly into a hill in the glade and seven feet tall and five feet wide. The door is the hill itself, which opens up, sliding away to reveal the passage. Within Sorethins home the passage opens within the archives, behind a bookshelf.
Of course no mansion is without a large, kitchen and a cellar for alcohol of all kinds. The kitchen is stocked lightly, purely for the staff to make their mid-shift meals and Sorethin requests they keep something to make for guests and even himself if he decides to partake in the joy of eating. The cellar is fully stocked with wine and sake of all kinds and he keeps a variety of drinks on hand to entertain guests. There are a few sitting rooms throughout the home, all of which with glorious views of gardens around the home and Sorethin's favorite being the one that looks out to the back to view the giant redwood tree he grew using his wood release. The cellar takes only half the underground portion of the home with an underground hot spring taking the other half. The walls of the spring are natural stone the lighting in it is relaxing and subdued. The dining room of the home is large and open, with a table able to sit up to fifteen comfortably. The decoration of the home feels very rustic although weapons of all sorts can be found including a massive seven and a half foot tall, two and half foot wide greatsword.
The master bedroom is huge although modestly decorated with a large chest of drawers, an armoire, and a king sized bed. The room is coloured in dark browns and had plenty of windows to allow for light. Plants filled the room with their fragrance, mostly the soothing scent of eucalyptus. A large master bathroom was off to the side with a massive tub and a separate shower. The tub had massaging jets within it and it was all muted tones of stone and wood. One of the walls of the bathroom was one big mirror with two sinks in front of it and a host of cubbies for towels and other toiletries. The grounds of the mansion were filled with gardens and even hedge maze, where the redwood sat in the midst of. It was a beautiful landscape that Sorethin loved to his bones and he oft times enjoyed walking the grounds to take part in the simple pleasure of admiring the area in which he got to call his home.
With the turn of his key in a lock, Sorethin would open the front doors to his home and motions for Hana and Ann to enter. "Please, come on in. I have a few sitting rooms, an underground hot spring, and an outside patio balcony to choose from in terms of locale. If you decide to stay late I do have a coupe of guest rooms you're welcome to use." He would say as he turned to a man in his late 20's wearing a black and white suit that denoted him as a member of the staff. "Maloren, break out the sake, and see if we have any soda in whatever flavor my pale haired friend might wish. We'll be in whichever room they decide." He would say, prompting the man to nod before he turned his attention toward Hana to inquire as to the flavor of soda she might wish. Since she had told Sorethin his guess has been wrong before. Now she would either have to fess up and admit he was right and request orange, or pick a different flavor.
Of course Ann had just wanted Sake, and that he had plenty of and always did. It took a lot to get him intoxicated to any degree due to his Senju capability of regeneration. "Where would you ladies like to be? Hot Springs? One of the sitting rooms? For that matter, can I offer you anything to eat?" the tall man would ask, an eyebrow raised at them in curiosity. Maloren was a polite man with dark hair he kept back in a neat tail and glasses. His hands had white gloves on them and his posture was impeccable.
