Nysa hadn't been sure about her new home..until about five seconds ago. It had been a collective two weeks since the damaged Dark Brotherhood had reestablished itself in their new, cold, Dwanstar home. The thieves guild had made good on her demands, furnishing the cave exactly as she...well, as Babbette had specified. The undead bosmer wasn't much for speaking...or for interior design, really. So the load had fallen on the tiny un-child, who had decided the hall needed to be as glorious as their refurbished name. Thus, the cave was now decorated in banners, fine furniture (likely stolen), and even had the addition of a torture room. But the Listener was distracted tonight. Staring down from the upper floors, Nysa watched from behind bars as Nazir brought in the newest recruit. She was an imperial, who smelled of enough blood to coat the floor three times over. She sniffed and smiled at the thought. But she was undecided on this new recruit. Hearing that little hum near the Night Mother's coffin, she spoke up. "Cicero," she said, voice low, eyes never leaving the new recruit. "...any thoughts?" Meanwhile, downstairs, Nazir was finishing a laugh from one of his own jokes. "Little gallows humor," he explained in his deep tones, sitting down. "You'll have to get used to it, it and many other things..." He peeked up to the second floor, spying two dark crimson eyes. "Well...until our leader feels ready to make herself known, allow me to lay out the land. Your room will be with the other recruits down the hall. The front door is upstairs, along with the Night Mother's coffin. Mind our matron with care...or that insufferable Jester will have your head."