WAlking down the street to the well was the only dificult part of the journey to the house with clean windows. It seemed that the town did not get many visitors, and so the children were all crouding around the adventurers, asking questions and touching everything.
"Are you a wizard? Can you magic something for us?" a girl in pony tales ask, though her hair is an indeterminate colr from grime and dirt.
"Can I hold your axe?" another boy asks the barbarian, trying to touch one of his axes to his side.
"We have dogs too, though none as big as that!" yet another boy says, attempting to reach out causiously to the wolf.
"What's the mask for mister? You get burned?" still another asks. Finally, when the group reaches the house and knocks on the door, the children relent and move away.
"Come in! Come in! WIpe your feet, or better yet, take off your shoes when you enter. If you have no shoes then ask from the door, for the last time I had one o' you dirty footed fool come in here, I had to clean for a week!" THe voice is creeky and old as if coming from a decrepit old man.
