Lyan surveyed the imposing structure before him. "I see... So this is the village chief's house," he remarked, taking in the grandeur of the building.
Aisha, the chief's daughter, led Lyan inside. "My father's away on business, so the house is empty at the moment," she explained. "Please make yourself at home."
Lyan followed Aisha into the living room, admiring the tasteful decor. "You have a beautiful home," he complimented her. "It must be nice to have so many guests visit you,"
Aisha smiled warmly. "We do our best to make them feel welcome. Would you like some tea?" she offered.
"Sure, thank you," Lyan accepted, settling onto the couch. "What kind of tea do you have?"
"I usually drink green tea, but it's hard to come by in this village," Aisha explained. "I make it myself from freshly harvested leaves,"
Lyan sipped the tea, surprised by its sweetness and freshness. "This is really good," he praised her. "You're quite the tea connoisseur,"
