The woman's cheeks turn the color of her hair, and she smiles happily at your compliment. For a moment, it seems like she's going to say something else... but instead, she settles for just shaking her head and stepping aside, pulling the door open wide so that you can come in to her humble abode.<br/><br/>Perhaps it comes as no surprise, but the inside of the halfling's home is mostly spartan. She has made enough in her travels that she could afford to build partitions and create individual rooms within her home- a kitchen and a work-room most noticeably, though there is another low, sealed door to the right. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see signs that there has been some effort put into getting a meal started... a heavy black cauldron sits on the kitchen floor, and all manner of breads and vegetables gleam in the otherwise sterile sunlight.<br/><br/>"Please... come in. Make yourself at home." The woman moves a bit awkwardly in her little red dress, you notice- like she's afraid of tearing it or of tripping herself up. Not usually one for fashion, it seems. "I... I'm glad you stayed, elf."