42 Summer 516
Sitting at his desk, Clyde stared down at various bits of parchment, ink, quills, pots of paint, and other various detritus he'd managed to acquire in the short span of time he'd been in Alvadas. At his core a Glypher, Clyde often practiced the craft and made small items of it for his own personal use and experimentation.
That, tied in with taking down notes and such and random ideas/reminders as they occurred to him gave him a decent bit of time on most given days taken up by things involving writing. His staff Cha sat propped against the edge of the desk within easy reach, his pack lying on the ground next to his chair.
His office wasn't an overly large room, and so he'd left Rye his guard dog sitting just outside of it in the main common area, blocking the door into the retreat.
The door from outside led directly into the front common area, which had five doors leading off of it. Two on each of the opposite walls, left and right as one entered, led into the four bedrooms in the house. The door at the back wall led into his small office where he did his work, read, wrote, or took some time to be alone.
The common area also had a few simple chairs about the room, in between various doors, and at times a few paintings on the walls. Though as was common in Alvadas things didn't always stay the same, and sometimes there were certain paintings, while other times only bare walls. Other times there were other paintings, or even a window once or twice.
Should someone knock at the front door, enter, or otherwise reveal themselves, Rye would likely rise and left of a low growl, facing the sound or possible threat, and thus getting Clyde's attention.
Otherwise Clyde would likely continue on at his work, muttering to himself in between writing with a quill.
Should someone knock Clyde would likely head out into the main room, Rye at his side and Cha in his hand, to see who was at the front door, opening it to query the knocker what they wanted in the tone of a man being interrupted.
Assuming nothing happened before then or brought his attention to other things, like the feeling of magic on the air or other such threatening things.