>Take them shoes off.
>"Please, if you have some ready."
>Have a look around.
>You take your shoes off on the mat, leaving them neatly beside a pair of sturdy leather hiking boots that look like they've seen their share of action.
>"Well, I wasn't expecting company," she says, "but it's no trouble, really."
>You take a look around the place while your host steps into an adjoining room. It seems to be relatively open-concept, with porch and living and dining space all sharing the same room, though perhaps this is a concession to the building's small footprint. The walls are largely bare wood, though the effect is more cozy than crude, with splashes of color from a large rug and comfortable-looking throws over the chairs. Shelves lined with small ornaments and carvings run along one of the walls, flanked by a framed painting of a waterfall cascading off a small islet and several wood burnings of modest skill - mostly of nature scenes, though one bears a reasonable resemblance to Kagerou herself. A wood-burning stove rests in the opposite corner; even at this distance you can feel the heat radiating from it. Above all the space seems bright and tidy, with multiple blazing lanterns spread about, and nearly every object seeming like it belongs exactly where it is. The only arguable exception is what appears to be some kind of worktable along the rear wall, beside a stepladder presumably leading to the loft space, judging from the outside of the house; currently it is spread with an assortment of small metal tools and a small slice of log with the bark still on it - not unlike some of the wood burnings hung from the wall, in fact - and looking rather as though someone was recently using them.
>"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I. I'm Nazrin."
>"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Kage-" she stops, then suppresses a chuckle. "I suppose you must already know that if you're all the way out here. I don't usually get many visitors."
