[He enters at her invitation, moving slowly around the room, but approaching where she's working, taking in all the sights on the way. It seems strangely familiar, like something from a tale, or perhaps a story Regis told him once, but it was nothing he could cement into a memory. The colors reminded him of something he might find in his homeland, or that of the deep dwarves, décor more suited to those whose eyes didn't appreciate too much light.
The smells surrounding him were intoxicating as well, crusty leavened bread, roasted chicken, and some other smells he couldn't identify, but they were lovely and reminded him he hadn't eaten since breaking his fast.]
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The smells surrounding him were intoxicating as well, crusty leavened bread, roasted chicken, and some other smells he couldn't identify, but they were lovely and reminded him he hadn't eaten since breaking his fast.]
My I be of some assistance?