Hm. [Richard hums as he walks further in the room. He listens to her words as he looks around the room, gloved hands raising up gently touch the leaves of the dried plants. Some of he could recognize while others he couldn't. Though, the comment about the quality of the rooms has him scoff out a laughter and shake his head briefly in amusement.]

Nay. I can't say any of these rooms can par with the halls of the royal palaces either. But we make a do with what we got. [Morrigan isn't the first witch that Richard has come across. There is of course the case of Joan of Arc, the pesky witch who haunted and cursed him even beyond the grave. But the one he is currently thinking is no one other than Jane. The rebellious woman who had made the king and his entire court her fools with just one potion. She had inserted in the royal palace with ease, but despite that she seemed to be always in her own element in the forest.]

There is only so much that you can do in a setting like this, I am sure. If you'd like it I could help you with finding something more.. suitable, let's say.