It seems as though new people are arriving every week, and for his part, Remus is settled in enough and growing used to his surroundings, which means he's taken it upon himself to be helpful to the newcomers as well as he can. So when he comes across an off-duty guard studying the artwork on the walls and looking puzzled, he pauses, on his way back to his room from lunch and full of roast chicken and sub-par mashed potatoes.

"I don't...think so. Not to this degree, anyway." He crosses his arms and studies what is an incredibly detailed oil painting of the Mistress pegging what must be the leader of an enemy kingdom. "The castle I grew up around was full of paintings that moved and talked, but none of those were quite so...colorful."