"Zevran, I am a Knight Commander - my armor is neatly polished and hanging on it's stand." He murmured, as he shifted to follow the other man through his door, closing it behind him with a push, tugging Zevran back so he could lock it.

"And as I told you - there's little else to loose your footing on." He is not wrong. James's room is spartan - a bed, his armor, his sword, a chest of clothes and a number of books on a small table beside the bed. Another small table held a statue of Andraste, but that was that.