After having been left for a long time to just stew in his frustrations, it was little surprise that his memories were a bit hazy to him... Though as he lifted the lantern and came to face a rather unfamiliar door in the way, he cannot help but blink in surprise, looking over it for a solid second or two. Did... Someone bring a door down here? All the way down here? How'd they do that? Sure he had a few wooden pieces of furniture here and there, but he was sure the door was made of something else in the past... Why did someone remove his door and replace it with wood? What, did someone lose the ke-... Actually, he was the one carrying the key previously... Did that cleric leave with that too? What else did that bastard steal? Rubbing his chin as he thinks about it, he opens it and steps inside.
Looking around the dimly lit room with a confused expression across his face as he enters, he cannot help but feel a pang of sorrow. It used to be a lot more... Personal, in here. More silks, more collected weapons upon the walls that were kept as trophies with an oversized, enchanted warhammer having been the center of it all to accent it, though no surprise that he cannot see it there, even if it used to glow in the dark. Probably was one of the first things to get looted... Typical. He loved how it looked. A desk nearby that he can somewhat see some familiar looking marks on it... Is that made from his dresser?! Dammit, he had some spare armors in there that would have fitted this smaller shell that he held onto! The insignia on one of those plate mail chest pieces looked amazing too... And at the back he could easily recognize the broken, collapsed wall was the one leading to his treasure room. No doubt empty of all of the treasure he tempted adventurers with as a prize.
When he does draw his eyes over the rest of the furniture, he does eventually come to notice the bed off to the side, somewhat familiar outside of the veil that surrounds it alongside the sheets being silk too... Along with a woman laying on it! Someone having a nap down here of all places? Sure his bed is comfy, but... Though he does end up looking her over for a minute, he cannot help but stare a bit... At least until he snaps out of it, tensing up for a second. What has gotten into him? He wasn't one for such things except for with proven warrior women, s-... Dipping into his thoughts, he recalls memories of this human he has inhabited. Of views of Delvin oogling random passing, beautiful mage women in the library where he hardly studied his magical art, and of him being slapped by one when one with a rather short skirt had passed close and was fondled by him... Of course he would end up in the body of a pervert. Probably is why he didn't gain any magical arts from him, seems like he hardly learned a thing before this young man was thrown out for his lechery. Hopefully can tame this body from it's needs...
With the woman on the bed waking up and speaking, she would easily spot him standing there with a hand on his hip and a raised eyebrow, making no effort to hide himself. "Huh..." He pauses mid sentence at his voice, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment before he ahems and continues. Goodness, this guy was younger than he thought... 22? 23 years old? "Cannot say I was expecting someone to be chained down here at all... Have you been down here for long?" He at least can speak clearly enough, thankfully he quickly regained his voice as he spoke. His eyes glance over her collar and the chain connecting her to the bed. Must have taken her quite a way in order to take her all the way down here past all of the traps... Honestly the situation reminds him of this one servant he had who thought that the prize of a beautiful princess would motivate people even more, but he shot that idea down quick. If he remembers correctly, that servant was looking a bit too excited by that idea he no doubt made for his own benefit, plus then we would have to take care of her... Doubt she'd be a fan of sitting in the treasure room anyway. Getting a bit sidetracked, he lightly sighs before he starts to speak again. "Cannot really leave you here trapped on the silken fineries... Sure, sit tight." He starts to approach, staring at the silver chains she is collared by before he reaches a gauntlet covered hand towards the headboard, which lightly glints in the fireplace light. As luxurious as the chain is, he could probably break it unless it was enchanted, but then he could possibly just break the headboard for a bit. Ain't like he cared much for the wood this was made out of... Can always get another one once he gets this place fixed.