Woman smiles again and takes a few steps to the fireplace. Now it's clear what was she leaned against - a table. And on the table there is a knife and few already disemboweled fishes.
Waiting for everyone to come in and make themselves comfortable, she puts a grill on top of the fire, then meat on the grill. Her hands are pale and soft, strangely soft. Long, artistic fingers...
It's brighter near the fire, so you can see the band on her eyes more clearly - material it's made of is thick and black. And dull compared to embroiders on in - simple pattern, made of purple and green thread which shimmers in light. It looks expensive and for sure was not made in Underhive. On the other side, Seer's robes fit description of an Hive exile perfectly. They're long and tattered, in a few layers... and dusty.
As fishes start to roast, an appetizing smell slowly fills the small cave. Not as nice as smell of a clean, healthy fish from a feral world, but still can make a person drool.
There are no stools to sit on. Only the floor. Nearly enough place for five people.
