[ This flick upwards of his eyebrow looks a little impressed; most humans assume it's a surname, they do so love their surnames. With a faint smile: ]
A place. My parents' estate.
[ He gestures for a stop, and presses open the door set here in the hallway. The lighting inside is dim, too dim for human eyes that haven't yet adjusted, and there's a thick earthy smell to it.
With an easy dip of a bow:] Your requested mudpit, my dear.
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A place. My parents' estate.
[ He gestures for a stop, and presses open the door set here in the hallway. The lighting inside is dim, too dim for human eyes that haven't yet adjusted, and there's a thick earthy smell to it.
With an easy dip of a bow:] Your requested mudpit, my dear.