[Excellent. First, let me tell you what I mean to teach you. Feel free to stop me if you already know something I included in my lesson plan or have any objections.]
Zorian nodded, settling down on the small chair provided for him and glancing at his surroundings. The room they were in was curiously human for something built and furnished deep in the Dungeon by a bunch of giant telepathic spiders. It had a proper table and some chairs, a pair of decorative cabinets (they were completely empty; Zorian got curious and checked when he was left alone at one point), and even a couple of landscape paintings hanging on the walls. Only the lack of any windows and an expensive, clearly magical lamp perched on the table indicated that he was not in some medium-grade hotel on the surface.
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