There are other similarities to the last time as well, such as other fine furnishings, bookshelves, desks. But the dimensions of the room are different than Malavon's demiplane. It has windows, for one, though little light passes through. For another, while the bedsheets are cool, the air in the place is awfully warm.
Then he notices the tall, vertical lamps in the corners, each glowing a molten red. No... not lamps. Those are streams of lava running down the sides of the room, lighting the place dimly.
The figure in the room is so still that for a time Zenithral does not notice it. It leans against one black wall over by a hallway, a cowl pulled far over its face, so far that he wonders if the person - whoever, or whatever it is - can even see him. Its focus seems to be on him, however.
It says nothing, but just waits with arms folded before it.