Yahs glances around for Popsicle, finding nothing but a shabby mirror in the hallway. However, after a quick double take, she realizes its not a reflection at all but Popsicle in a Yahs costume, holding a wooden frame.
Louis announces the crew's entry, swinging the door open wide. A rather sumptuously decorated chamber is revealed, more at home as a mansion's master bedroom than the spartan, minimalistic quarters of a commander. Rich purple velvet curtains, gold fittings, shiny dark oak panels... You nearly spring into attack noticing a fishbowl near the wall, but this one seems to hold a fish instead of a brain for some reason. A second larger tank squirms with octopi: one black and checkered with yellow leopard spots, the other a sickly creamy white. They tangle and ensnare each other playfully casting shadows over a large topographic map of the Sword Coast, a 3D relief with sweeping, fantastic scale. Nearer the door, a walk-in wardrobe stands partly open, some kind of light within casting golden rays upon a pile of dirty clothes staining the otherwise lavish space.
When Celsior knocks the covers on the kingly, leathery bed lurch. It seems to be a large leather pouch filled with water, rather than a normal mattress. The snoring clips short and you see a single bloodshot eye pop open "Uuuuuuuuuuuurgh, by Ilmater's buttocks, mah head is explodin'! If ye've come to drop off that thing, just put it on the little rug there, open it as quietly as ye can, and let me die in peace..." He must mean the giant miniature space hamster-skin rug in front of his bed.
The snoring resumes at a slightly lesser volume.
Room is massive, 80x60 ft (!). Or perhaps small by Celsior's standards. Features are the bed, fishbowl/tank, wardrobe, rug, map, and Mirt.