As you walk through the large wooden door, inscribed with Ormond's full name, the small proximity of the room is almost suffocating. The marble floor is covered with an ornate rug. A single chair and coffee table sit in fron of his desk. While a two, lamps illuminate the small space with a dim glow. Blank parchment litters the desk top, and the few books on the shelves are strewn in all directions. You take a seat in the single chair, and then wait for your meeting with Ormond to begin, if he bothers to show up.