"Greetings," says a strong, female voice as you enter. "I am Dionyctor, of the Kowatl Clan. Please, enter."
Being already a few feet into the cabin, you think this is a silly thing to say. Then you realize you didn't knock, and you feel a bit embarassed. You introduce yourself to Dionyctor who doesn't seem remotely upset that you didn't knock.
The warmth of the cabin is extreme, you notice, compared even with your coat. Perhaps there is some magic at work? Before you have more time to think on it, however, she speaks again.
"We Senoch have taken to the Arctics, although we prefer the warmth. A rather odd mix, some would think." She smiles. "But we're happy here."
There is a scampering noise, a large thump, and a squeak that makes you jump. You look over and see that a smaller senoch has run into the room, and he has a rather large green bow around his neck.
Dionyctor says, "My son, Plurus, of the Kowatl Clan as well."
Plurus squeaks again, "We have a visitor? A wanderor! Mom, can I show the wanderor to...?"
His voice wavers under his mother's eyes, however. He sits down and looks at her, expectantly. She smiles, "Go and introduce the wanderor to the rest, if you would like."
