"No, she has no sense of humor. Some will pretend to stalk you, but you can tell becuse you will see them. The obvious approach and hiding spots that are not very good. Such as standing with just the head hidden. Limix understands human humor but she doesn't find it funny. It makes working with her tense at times, but at least I always know she is serious."  He said checking the door quickly and undid the latch holding it shut. He didn't even unlock it. The latch was obviously there just to keep the door shut but not to keep anything other then the smallest of children out.<br/><br/>Walking in was like walking into an ancient store filled with innumerable knick knacks, trinkets, plants and other oddities, only without the dust and musty smell. The light itself came from many windows set high up allowing unobstructed sunlight to filter in and allowing the plants to flurish. The inside of the house smelled sharply of something like cinnimon crossed with an undertone of pumpkin. Further exploration would reveal the source of the sent being some of the plants. Books and scrolls covered every surface that wasn't already covered with something else. Ancient books and some that appeared to be modern ranging from philosophy to an old worn copy of Robert Heinlens Have Spacesuit will Travel. Statues of men with the heads of dinosaurs. Scrolls covered in the footprint writing she had seen already. One wall was covered in clay or ceramic pots sealed with wax, each with a neat little footprint note written on it. The rafters held no skeletons or other oddites, surprising given how much was scattered around the large central room. Towards the back a broad ramp lead upwards to the second story floor and a short tunnel lead into the back of the house.<br/><br/>"Please, enter and be welcomed. Feel welcomed to look around and explore."  he said politely shucking his own pack near the jars and carefully removing bundles and placing them into boxes set near the ground.