Samael unlocks his room with his key and walks inside. This was a far cry from the inns that he had been staying at. Several thousand thread sheets, actual silverware, and crystal decor shimmered in the evening sunlight that shines through the wide windows. Fresh fruit laid in bowls in several areas.
Sam took a breath in slowly and sighs with relief of being in another place that he can enjoy between bouts in the tournament. He shut the door behind himself and grabbed an apple from the bowl to munch on while he trailed his fingers over the sheets of the bed, wondering how things this soft are manufactured. He guesses it doesn't matter since the response would probably be 'magic'.
Sam placed the apple core into the trash before opening the glass doors out to the balcony. The breeze of being a few floors up was a welcome chill. The way that it made the curtains billow reminded him of the descriptions of heroes in books with their capes or robes. He took one of the chairs out onto the balcony, staring out into the city whose features became more defined by its lights than it's form when the sun set. Maybe he would have a life this care-free some day.