The dwarven woman smiled at him, seeming amused at his knowledge of the dwarven language but moving in she gestured for him to follow her, and moved to close the door once he was inside. The house was a simple enough, with the small hallway past the entrance leading to staircase to the second floor, the two doors to the left of the staircase on the first floor locked and secure. Walking up the stairs the two of them quickly came to a third door, left slightly ajar. There was another door towards the back of the building, securely shut.<br/><br/>Inside the room that the dwarf lead him to there was a small lounge, simple wooden bench and some pillows to it, a small table with a mug resting upon it still, a shelf with some books and a few oddities upon it, and weapon rack upon which rested a dwarven axe and a sharp scimitar. Pair of windows faced the city street, the butcher's shop in view from there, as well as showing a sight of the rooftops to the distance. There was a door towards the back of the building, and one to the side, both a bit open. By the scent of it, there was a kitchen at the back of the building, and something had been cooking there at his arrival. The other doorway seemed to lead to a darkened room with no lights visible from where he was standing.<br/><br/>"Its not much but a home still. A bedroom to myself, a simple kitchen space, and a room to do with what you choose. I dont bring work home, so its just living space." She remarked briefly.<br/>