Fortunately, his crashing into the door seemed to be enough of a knock to get her attention, and he was quickly invited in. He would notice, as he flew, the head of the scarecrow turned to follow his flight path, though it took no other action.<br/><br/>It was a humble abode; a crowded space, with minimal furniture, it’s only about 20 feet in diameter with a dirt floor and thatched roof. The rafters are hung with dried herbs and swamp-weeds, and a bubbling cauldron hangs over a firepit in the center of the room. "Well, you're here and bothering me now. What do you want?" she demanded, as she went back to stirring her cauldron. She's a peculiar-looking woman; greenish skin and pointed, almost elf-like ears, though she otherwise looks human, simply old.