"You stumble into an ill lit room. There is no obvious cover you could use in the event of an attack and the little bit of light from a tiny candle in the centre of the room serves only to make you feel even more vulnerable. You suddenly wish you could be smaller but repress the urge to crouch and make yourself as small as possible. Mobility could be of greater concern than making yourself a smaller target and being crouched would not aid you then. Your eyes flit all over the room, straining to get used to the lack of light..."

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Welcome traveller, to my little corner of the 'verse.

I have no idea what could have brought (maybe driven) you here but allow me to offer what hospitality I can.