One of those beds, upon closer inspection, is not a traditional bed at all. It more closely resembles a basin for containing water, in spite of the pillow and blankets nestled within it. And when its owner pauses in the doorway to the room, they cast a slim shadow across the floor.

Petite and prim-looking though they may be, Antarcticite's eyes quickly widen at the sight of a complete stranger snooping around near their bed. They step towards him, glaring with indignation enough to rival a miffed school prefect, and demand, "What are you doing?"