"That's...interesting. That's very interesting." Percy stared at the box on the door for several long seconds, then shook his head. "Later."

He looked up then and got his first good look at his room. There was... a lot of rock. Percy didn't have anything against rocks. Rocks - or rather stone - was the fortune of his family and his city. Greyskull keep was build of stone. And yet, nothing about this place had prepared him to suddenly be faced with polished to a shine rocks that nevertheless looked rough hewn. There was a fireplace. It was lit. He took a couple steps forward. "What in the devil?"