Blood And Sand

Anko cracked the knuckles of her four hands as she stretched, enjoying the chance to sit in a chair after spending so long walking.

"Call me Hartl," their hostess said. "Don't get many folks this far up. Most people stick to the roads unless they're property," she cast her gaze over Anko, Malz, and Ferro.

"Thanks for letting us in," Anko looked around the room. Inside the house, it was pretty bare. Just a table and a stone. Weirdly there was a pile of boots of all sizes in one corner, along with a group of long wooden poles. The furniture was all made of magic-shaped rock, and a large stone door hid the rest of the building.

"Did you think I wouldn't just 'cause you got a bit of demon in ya? Or your friend?"