( pleased with his agreement, merlin brightens against, gesturing him inwards where he leads them through the house. the entire thing is like something from another century -- older books and medieval weapons hung expertly on the walls, the sprinkling of modern technologies seemingly more dusty then what would be considered ye olde. the fridge has been used, at least -- toaster and the stove are other stories, but merlin doesn't let max linger for long, guiding him through the house. )

This is Arthur's room, ( a gesture to a door, closed, but ornate and meticulous and huge, with a thick ruby red rug on the floor before it. he passes by to the next door, ) my room. ( more humble and smaller, a regular door that merlin opens, leading them inside.

the room is littered in all sorts of herbs and spices and healing runes, a old timey apothecary store wouldn't be too far off base for comparison. it's messy, too, with clothes strewn about, multiple books spread open on the floor as if merlin's attention couldn't be held by just one for too long, various bowls of things cooking or sitting there, for whenever merlin gets drawn to them again. a wave of his hand and the flicker of bronze across his irises lights all the candles on the room on fire ( electricity is still strange! ), but merlin continues onwards, locating a loose board on the floor and lifting it, pulling out an old book. )

This book has saved my life many times. ( he holds it out for max to take and look at, filled to the brim with ancient spells and stores of lore in an old language max may be privy to. merlin continues taking things out of the hole in the floor, old runes and magical stones, ripped out pages of older spells and various vials of magical medicines. ) I'm still learning with each day, but -- I have a bit of experience, with me.