[color=green]"You like exploration?"[/color]

The orc - Goroth - asked, clearly indicating for her to go in first. Tova fidgeted for a moment, indecisive. In her heart, she did indeed like exploration, more so than what her village had deemed wise. But that inclination had also been what had gotten her burned in the past. Who knew what lied behind that door? [i]Only one way to find out[/i], her heart said, while her mind insisted on poisonous gas or faun-eating monsters.

Then again, she already met an actual faun-eating monster, and the worst thing he had done was act a bit gruff. With that in mind, she nodded and answered, [color=FFDEAD]"Sure."[/color] Trying to come off as more casual than she felt. 

The doorhandle was cold and didn't make a sound as she carefully pulled it down. She paused to throw one last look at her companion - making sure he didn't ditch her - before inching the door open and peeking inside. When nothing immediately jumped out and tore her face off, she opened it further and let it slide fully open to allow Goroth to also see inside. She took a few steps forward, her hooves clacking on the polished wood floor. Past the door was a spacious room - larger than a room had any right to be, honestly - with a table, chairs and a few other strange chairs that seemed to be clad in some kind of fluffy, soft material. She walked further inside, taking everything in in awe, [color=FFDEAD]"So this is what human houses look like inside, huh."[/color] She said, mostly to herself. She walked to the strange chairs, pressing her hand into the soft material, and was fascinated by the way the fabric almost swallowed her hand whole. It was like a straw stuffed mattress but formed into a chair. Leaving the strange furniture, she was drawn to the bookshelf, studying the different colored spines of the books, all adorned with a neat row of letters. She traced one with her finger, sounding out the letters carefully. She could read passably well, but the education in her village had mostly been verbal though tales and songs passed down from generation to generation.  

She turned back to Goroth, giving in the to the need to fill the silence by saying something, less it turn awkward, [color=FFDEAD]"Looks pretty neat, don't you think? And no signs of humans yet! Or, well...other than those other people. But they can't be human, can they? The letter was pretty clear on that, right? Maybe they're hiding their fur under their clothes. Oh, or maybe they're tiny orcs! Your long-lost cousins or something."[/color] She said the last part with a slightly nervous laugh, hoping Goroth would take it for the joke she meant for it to be.

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