The door swings open... and if you'd ever wanted to see what it was like on the inside of a bag of holding, your curiosity is suddenly sated. As the door swings shut behind you, you find yourself in a room that is easily four times as large on the inside as it is on the out... though no less empty.<br/><br/>As far as "random huts in the middle of a faerie ruin" goes, it's in pretty good shape. There's a well-crafted chimney-stove in one corner of the room, and a large table that looks like it was taken from a noblewoman's bedroom. Though the "bed" is more a pile of thick furs on one wall... and the books! The floor may as well be carpeted in them, all open as if the reader had left one for another mid-thought... A closer look, though, shows that the reader is<em>very</em>interested in Lycanthropy, and divine magics...<br/><br/>"Who are you?"<br/><br/>The voice is most definitely<em>not</em>Kara's, even though it comes from the same door you'd entered from... When you turn around, you find yourself staring eye-to-eye with a woman, with dark olive skin and short-cut hair whiter than even those strange winter flowers... who is every bit as naked as you. Well, almost... you can see shreds of cloth draping across her shoulders and hips, meaning that she probably<em>wasn't</em>naked when she left. Then again, the look suits her... she has pleasantly curved hips, and a chest easily as ample as yours, and brown eyes that compliment her exposed skin brilliantly.<br/><br/>"And how did you... YOU! You're one of the women... I thought it was an illusion!?"<br/><br/>