Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180728000449/@comment-36304259-20180728183222

The inside of the cabin was surprisingly vacant, with a couple of scrolls strewn across the ground as if someone had knocked them over. There's a fireplace that isn't lit in the corner, and a shelf of books in the other corner. It seemed like whoever this person was was a fan of corners. An antique-looking wooden table was situated in the very center of said room, surrounded by eight chairs.

The faceless figure seemed to have already sat down on a chair, beckoning them to sit as they lit up a candle to supply some more light to the dim shack. Four cups of still steaming tea were already set up in the center of the table, apparently poured not too long ago.

The faceless figure, now upon closer inspection, was dressed in an adventurer's garb, with no weapons dangling around them whatsoever. In fact, this whole log cabin seems to be weaponless.

"May I be of any assistance?" The figure spoke through nothing, as a mouth doesn't exist on it's face. But the voice was nonetheless clearly transmitted.