[Nothing about the place seems off: the shed itself is fairly spacious on the inside, with one half dedicated to being a storage and work area, and the other a sitting room of sorts. The half closest to the door features a makeshift closet -- presumably for gardening tools -- and a work table that's currently host to a few plants waiting to be repotted. The ground gives way to a wooden floor past the table, making the other half of the building look far more like a home away from home. There's a small pallet bed, a coffee table, a couple of chairs, and even a shrine of sorts in the corner. Natural materials are everywhere, from the wood of the floor to the furs on the bed, to the very maw made of various rocks and bones on the shrine.
There's only one standout, something not nearly as natural as the rest of the room: on the coffee table is a piece of jagged metal, within which he's placed a few rocks he found particularly lovely. He's clearly using it as a decoration, but its unnatural hue does make it a bit of an anomaly in an otherwise organic room.
He directs her to the chairs, taking a seat in one himself after he closes the door. The clergyman debates inwardly with himself for only a second before just getting to the meat of the subject:]
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There's only one standout, something not nearly as natural as the rest of the room: on the coffee table is a piece of jagged metal, within which he's placed a few rocks he found particularly lovely. He's clearly using it as a decoration, but its unnatural hue does make it a bit of an anomaly in an otherwise organic room.
He directs her to the chairs, taking a seat in one himself after he closes the door. The clergyman debates inwardly with himself for only a second before just getting to the meat of the subject:]
I need you to go on a hunt with me, Miss Rey.