[The door swings open. There's Sieghart, dressed down to an unbuttoned striped shirt and gray slacks. The left sleeve hangs loosely off his shoulder, while faint scars line his left jaw and right hand.]
Oh? I wasn't expecting you.
[But that's not a no. In fact, he steps aside to let Claude inside.]
[Given that they all have the same generic bedroom, there's nothing that stands out about Sieghart's other than his sword, which is propped up against the nearby desk.]
There isn't much to check on. Whatever Virgo does, works.
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