Pittman invited Gawain into his wooden hut. This little old man that looked really old had a pair of eyes that were even more astute and lively than a young cunning merchant. He solicitously poured and served water while stealing looks at Gawain. "Duke personally came to this shabby and dilapidated wooden hut of mine to pay a visit. Have you encountered a difficult problem, or require my Druid spells? Or are you finally interested in my changing-of-luck rites and divination?"
Gawain casually surveyed the furnishings in the house. He found that the place was very clean and tidy; the workbench for alchemical experiments and all kinds of containers for concocting potions were neatly placed in the working space in the northwestern corner. His living space was also very simple and uncluttered. The feeling was completely different from the dirty and messy vibe on Pittman when he first arrived here.
