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[healer_neric]

On the other side of the door is dim lighting and warm air, the sound of rain on the roof and strange birds in the distance, the scent of a summer night in the forest and, of course, the fruits and nuts that make up the supplies of the youth hall pantry, which is where the door happens to be.  The room is made of living branches--the floor is one

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[iamhismummy]

Nancy's never seen - or felt - anything like this, and she's looking around in pure wonder as they step through.

[healer_neric]

Once he's satisfied that none of the other youth hall residents are nearby, he looks back to Nancy, to watch her reaction with a smile.

"If you're hungry," he says quietly, "we've got plenty to eat here. If not, I should show you my room--if we stay here, and someone comes out for something to eat, you'll be here for days just answering questions. People are very curious."

Now that he's out of the bar, he does indeed speak English, but his accent is more noticeable, somewhere vaguely between French and Russian. Whoever it was destroyed the Earth in his universe, English-speaking people were among the survivors.

[iamhismummy]

"I'm not hungry", she assures him. "Let's go and see more of your city."

[healer_neric]

"The ladders can get slippery in the rain, so we won't be traveling very quickly. But there's a very good view from just down the way..."

He starts toward the hallway, footsteps inaudible over the sound of the rain.