The shaman gave her an odd look. "So you're not here on some errand for your owner, like a love potion, or a charm that will turn them invisible?" she asked, with a snort. "Fine, come in. I was just reading," she said, turning around and leaving the door open, to let Ivy follow inside.<br/><br/>Her house is fairly small, compared to the others in the area, and crowded with things; books, drawings on the walls, odds and ends of devices clearly not native to this world, though most of them are clearly broken, or dismantled and in pieces. She dropped herself into a very old-looking and tattered chair, and picked up her book, though she didn't open it. "You said you had questions?"