As Fafnir stepped into his room he didn't have time to take in the differences of what he was used to, as he would quickly begin to remove his armor, piece by piece, until he was left in a small vest and trousers. Deciding which bed to claim, Fafnir would go back to his chest plate he left on the ground, and turned it over so the back was facing up. Lifting the cape from the piece revealed three small chests, each large enough to hold a small sum of items. He removed the chests from the armor, and would open each one to inspect. in two of these chests were a small heap of gold coins, jewels, and other abundances of precious metals. While the third chest contained a few ancient and rusted artifacts, one of them being a gold and wooden cross, another a pendant with a dull emerald crest. A few other such treasures were piled up in that chest. Grinning at his treasure, He would close the hatch to the third chest and hide it under his bed. Then he would proceed to take the other two chests and dump all of its contents onto the bed, spreading out multiple gold pieces over his sleeping area, making an abundance of metallic coins clashing into each other. Since he had no clue on how to operate a light switch, the room was dark with only his fire-like eye giving light, and that of which reflected grimly off of the now gold covered bed. He'd then leap into the moderate heap of treasure that he had made, and would roll and submerge somewhat into it, showering himself with coins. Once he began to settle, he would sprawl over his heap. His tail slithering to a curve around the end of his bed and acted as a border to prevent more gold to fall onto the floor, while his two hands laid on parallel sides to the gold in front, and his legs mimicking this in the back, while his head laid flatly on one side of the gold covered bed. While most would find this uncomfortable, no other method of sleeping pleased Fafnir greater than this. As he laid there, his eye slowly began to close, facing the door somewhat in vision.