Shandara's Home

Shandara considered Bolten for a brief moment before finally nodding awkwardly and saying, "Ah, yes.. Of course..." The situation did indeed feel a bit awkward for the drow. They were quite paranoid creatures after all, and the thought of a dwarf walking up to your home and asking to come in.. oh well. Different times in different places. And the less she thought of how things used to be the better.

Still.. perhaps Shandara felt her home was lacking for a guest anyway. Her workshop and little library were cluttered, the kitchen and lavatories needed a cleaning, and the 'sitting room' or so they called it.. the one room where one might typically keep a guest for a time seemed a bit barren. There was an old sofa and two mismatched chairs that faced a small coffee table one would have to stoop over a bit too far than one would like to set a drink on, or to retrieve it.

Shandara opened the door all the way for Bolten and let him inside, more or less guiding him to this one room with some furniture that didn't really sit together well. After closing the front door behind her, she eventually asks, "Would you like some tea?"