[And that man is not any less towering up close than he is from afar.
He waits to see the girl make it up the ladder before turning to head inside, holding the door open for her with what is for him a neutral expression, but is in reality closer to a scowl. Even the inside of the treehouse is rather imposing, with the light largely limited to the windows, the few decorations ornate in a way that feels somehow grave, and the temperature just this side of uncomfortably cold.]
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He waits to see the girl make it up the ladder before turning to head inside, holding the door open for her with what is for him a neutral expression, but is in reality closer to a scowl. Even the inside of the treehouse is rather imposing, with the light largely limited to the windows, the few decorations ornate in a way that feels somehow grave, and the temperature just this side of uncomfortably cold.]
The washroom is down the hall to your right.