The hospitality he's given is merely adequate, as Huaisang had said. The bath water is tepid, but clean, the soap is of good quality, and the clothing looks like a warrior's hand-me-downs, patched but respectable.

Someone keeps an eye on him at all times while he's in the library, a quiet attendant lingering near the door, but no one interferes with his access to the books, and there are plenty of rare and valuable tomes to explore. Food is provided, and he's left mostly to his own devices in the precious library.

It's well after sunset before the door opens and Huaisang enters again, plopping down tiredly on a couch and considering his new pet. "I'm glad to see you haven't burned my library down yet."