- Tired? Skarr asked softly, kicking open the door and carrying me over the threshold, then snapped his fingers and the room lit up with dim, dusty lighting artifacts.

We ended up in a small passage room, from which there were three doors. Behind them, as Iryana's memories suggested, were the kitchen, adjacent to the dining room, the living room and the corridor leading to the living rooms. There were six of these according to the standard layout. Each with a small bathroom and toilet for the convenience of owners and guests.

- Cute? - Skarr reminded of his question, and I started, distracted from the inspection.

- Not really,...