then, he glanced around again at the blood and bodies in the manor, particularly the body of the master of the city to the side of the stone steps. one night i was on the top bunk and my father was on the bottom bunk, and my father was crying, i did not know what was wrong with him. the rooms also have private bathrooms. you will find many local craft and souvenir stands that sell for cheap. however, i have realized it is quite therapeutic to vent to someone who can relate when something is getting under your skin. 