> Nod.
> "Your hospitality is appreciated."
> Enter!
>You enter the building, and find it is at once spacious and cramped. You expected a workshop, and in this you were correct. But what you envisioned was something like your own; full of clutter and half-finished projects and scrap. You expected a variety of tools and specialized machines and such. What you find instead are pebbles in place of a floor, trees reaching up toward the eaves, and grasses along the bank of the river that runs through the far end of the chamber. Bushes and leafy plants dot the chamber in seemingly random places. However, among all the garden paraphernalia, you can see the odd shelf with various tools and supplies. Here and there is the occasional bench. And in the center of the pebble garden lies a single anvil and furnace, where a tall woman stands and hammers a length of metal.
>She wears a flowing robe of dark blue, with long skirts gray underneath. Vertical stripes of gold slash through both garments, catching the light of the forge and gleaming brightly. Curiously, though you would not recommend anything she's wearing for working with metal, there is curious concession to safety in a lack of sleeves, which makes whole ensemble look odd. Her bare arms are toned, and you swear you catch flecks of gold along them, particularly around her wrists. Her hair is dark, bluish gray and surprisingly poofy, reaching down to nearly her ankles; it seems to almost float around her. A necklace hangs around her neck, with a lump of unremarkable stone dangling from it. She doesn't look up at you as you enter, she doesn't seem to acknowledge as guest at all.
>As the woman who answered the door turns to approach the forge, you see she definitely has a long, monkey-like tail that trails behind her.
>_
