"It seems this old man can still get guests at this age." The voice drifted from inside the hut before the frat door hanging on it slowly opened, letting Stella and Saksha inside.
The inside of the hut was no different from the outside.
A single low table occupied the center of the space, surrounded by flat stones that served as seats. A clay pot sat over a small fire in the corner, steam rising from it. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling, filling the air with a faint medicinal scent that mixed oddly with the smell of old wood and mountain wind.
The walls had gaps between the planks wide enough to see outside, yet somehow no snow made it through. Not only that, but the snow did not come around ten feet of the house. It was like something was stopping it from reaching the hut.
Feeling the breeze coming from inside, the old man sitting on one of the wooden chairs inside the room smiled warmly.
