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“Ah, not to worry. I had it fireproofed many years ago. The worst we’d have to do is open some windows if there’s too much smoke.” Willa said as she walked through the threshold with a grateful nod.

Inside, the main room was slightly cramped, but cozy. Comfortable-looking chairs were arranged around the brick fireplace, which Gevar was sulking next to while she lit the wood stacked within it with flaming fingertips. On the other side of the room there was a small kitchen area, complete with a wood-burning stove and a modest set of a table and some wooden chairs. Decorations were sparse, save for some decorative lanterns on the walls to provide an extra light source and what looked to be one of Gevar’s larger feathers on the mantle above the fireplace. A small set of stairs led up to the second floor.

Willa puttered around the kitchen, pulling mugs and such from cabinets. “I don’t believe you ever told me your name,” she noted to Hitan.