Muzukiel took his hand and climbed on. Kasia meanwhile was mounting her horse, her bags secured onto the animal.
"Alright, lets head out." He said as his Draen started at a moderate speed North. "I'm surprised we haven't encountered any monsters or got attacked in the night yet."
Muzukiel shrugged. "Well maybe mamono think either me or Kasia are romantically involved with you and don't want to be a husband stealer. As for non-mamono monsters i am as surprised as you."
"Well, I know that won't stop some Mamono... But you have a point." He said as they came upon an old, log cabin.
"Hm... Think anyone living inside?" He said as his Draen came to a stop.
"Maybe, could just be some hunter's stash of supplies for when he's out for long times." Kasia speculated. Muzukiel didn't care and stayed silent.
"Half right." A sigh followed by a voice seeped out from within the self-crumbling wooden cabin, as the door was seemingly begrudgingly opened. There stood a figure, a seemingly normal human being. That is if you could discount the fact that said human has no facial features. The figure seemed to 'look' at them curiously, before gesturing for the four to enter the shack. "Although I'm not sure if I could be called an hunter anymore."
(excuse my intrusion)
Levi looked over at Kasia and Muzukiel before getting off of his Draen. "Well, mind as." He said and headed inside.
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.