There was only a slow collection of nods, simple agreement to the process of thoughts. The old man gave only a sigh from his new found perch, joints popping as he allowed himself to simply drift back to the memories of his youth. And it was with this state he had adopted, that Fallon begun the lead round of the house with quiet steps. The first room she dipped into was the bath, a peer in across the solid stone floor and across to the basin. Sliding shutters were closed at the window, the wood smoothed and polished with age. Stepping in she began her study, a firm tap to the large basin that was set within stone in the corner. Within, piping traced up once more into the roof and it was with further leaning she spied the leaver to a pump. It was gingerly she reached out and gave it a tug - and let the cold water splash in. Hand snapping away - and the water immediately stopping afterwards - there was another study of the set stone and a clamber down. Snorting she announced her new found discovery.
"Fire bath? Haven't seen one of these in a long time," she gave a tap to the small metal door within the side and then peered into the thin ash covering within, "You put the water in, light a small fire and heat it through." Her finger then turned to one of the broader pipes, "Guess that's the chimney again. But... what's the-"
"Other pipe is the rain water pipe," the old man yawned, "There's rainwater tanks on the flat roof above, collects it all year round and supplies nicely. Might have to actually go up there and clean it every season or so - who knows what gets stuck up there."
Fallon blinked, a flicker of fascination resting in the back of her features and the niggling urge to do little more than experiment and tamper with. Fingers wriggled, reached out and paused above the pump. And then hastily retreated - no, if there was approval there would be plenty of time for tampering and experimentation. Unless, she was reprimanded for it first.
Sliding away she made a hasty exit back to the first room, then up to the forward common room. It was plain once more, white washed as the other, the solid floor beneath her feet. The bare fingers continued their tracing a gentle hum escaping as she focused on what was before her and the little ridges in the wall. Eyes narrowed, the nostrils flaring in an attempt to smell anything damp - only to find crispness in response. The front door was open, the shape of the younger man tending to the cart there as a shadow, but otherwise there was little more than stillness - an odd quietness that was not seen in Sunberth often. Regardless, there was now the two offices to contend with, both near identical in construction. The table and chair was still there in both, and the wood floor seemed solid beneath her feet - almost as if it had been laid straight on top of hardened earth. The shutters gave a groan, stiffening almost as they refused to move and then finally did.
"Information hub... and transport in and out of the city along the river," she mumbled quietly, "Like to know how far a rowboat could go up it, for personal reasons of course," the Lykata gave a quiver, her palms itching as she traced her fingers along the desk surface. They were small rooms, but they were offices - not much space was really needed except to work in and maybe speak privately with clients, "Yes. Some things, not a lot. But enough. I sense... maybe a tavern?" The green-blue orbs stared at Zandelia from beneath her brow then, the voice keeping low as possible, "For information gathering and ensuring the safety of friends." Chewing her lip she gave a sigh, "I really have no idea what to look for in a house when it comes to interiors. Might have to leave this to you and your expertise." There was the shift of weight as she moved once more, leading back around to the room as she stretched and gave a glance to the stairs - one set leading up, and the other down.
A quick thunder of steps downwards lead her into the masonry basement, a cooler seating area once more with access to storage too - no doubt it would serve them well in time. There was nothing really to it, the ceilings were high, that much was true, and it seemed solid enough - if not for the occasional cobweb that she wiped away without thought. There was several broad steps as she counted out the space with her feet, "How much food do you think we could keep in here and have keep? Or wood for that matter. I like being warm." A knuckle wrapped against the wall, a look of careful thought, "Down here would be good for training I think. Out the way, good space... Least that is what I'd use it for. Or for entertaining very special guests," there was a smirk at that, her brow raising as she glanced to the woman in thought, "Upstairs? You lead. And well, when we're done we'll make a final verdict and so on."
"Fire bath? Haven't seen one of these in a long time," she gave a tap to the small metal door within the side and then peered into the thin ash covering within, "You put the water in, light a small fire and heat it through." Her finger then turned to one of the broader pipes, "Guess that's the chimney again. But... what's the-"
"Other pipe is the rain water pipe," the old man yawned, "There's rainwater tanks on the flat roof above, collects it all year round and supplies nicely. Might have to actually go up there and clean it every season or so - who knows what gets stuck up there."
Fallon blinked, a flicker of fascination resting in the back of her features and the niggling urge to do little more than experiment and tamper with. Fingers wriggled, reached out and paused above the pump. And then hastily retreated - no, if there was approval there would be plenty of time for tampering and experimentation. Unless, she was reprimanded for it first.
Sliding away she made a hasty exit back to the first room, then up to the forward common room. It was plain once more, white washed as the other, the solid floor beneath her feet. The bare fingers continued their tracing a gentle hum escaping as she focused on what was before her and the little ridges in the wall. Eyes narrowed, the nostrils flaring in an attempt to smell anything damp - only to find crispness in response. The front door was open, the shape of the younger man tending to the cart there as a shadow, but otherwise there was little more than stillness - an odd quietness that was not seen in Sunberth often. Regardless, there was now the two offices to contend with, both near identical in construction. The table and chair was still there in both, and the wood floor seemed solid beneath her feet - almost as if it had been laid straight on top of hardened earth. The shutters gave a groan, stiffening almost as they refused to move and then finally did.
"Information hub... and transport in and out of the city along the river," she mumbled quietly, "Like to know how far a rowboat could go up it, for personal reasons of course," the Lykata gave a quiver, her palms itching as she traced her fingers along the desk surface. They were small rooms, but they were offices - not much space was really needed except to work in and maybe speak privately with clients, "Yes. Some things, not a lot. But enough. I sense... maybe a tavern?" The green-blue orbs stared at Zandelia from beneath her brow then, the voice keeping low as possible, "For information gathering and ensuring the safety of friends." Chewing her lip she gave a sigh, "I really have no idea what to look for in a house when it comes to interiors. Might have to leave this to you and your expertise." There was the shift of weight as she moved once more, leading back around to the room as she stretched and gave a glance to the stairs - one set leading up, and the other down.
A quick thunder of steps downwards lead her into the masonry basement, a cooler seating area once more with access to storage too - no doubt it would serve them well in time. There was nothing really to it, the ceilings were high, that much was true, and it seemed solid enough - if not for the occasional cobweb that she wiped away without thought. There was several broad steps as she counted out the space with her feet, "How much food do you think we could keep in here and have keep? Or wood for that matter. I like being warm." A knuckle wrapped against the wall, a look of careful thought, "Down here would be good for training I think. Out the way, good space... Least that is what I'd use it for. Or for entertaining very special guests," there was a smirk at that, her brow raising as she glanced to the woman in thought, "Upstairs? You lead. And well, when we're done we'll make a final verdict and so on."
