The hut lowered the entry to the porch down to ground level, inviting the party to climb onto the porch. Everyone moved on the porch with Fanara heading for the door. Others looking in the windows saw a cozy room, with a cauldron bubbling away in the center. The room seemed larger than the dimensions of the hut that they could walk around on the porch. No additional doors or windows were seen.
Fanara pushed gently on the door and it opened easily, revealing the comfortable looking room. Bundles of dried herbs hung from the rafters, and along the walls were numerous shelves held a bewildering variety of glass jars, bottles, and vials containing all manner of strange magical components and alchemical ingredients. A massive cauldron sat in the middle of the room. No fire burned under the pot, but the liquid within it bubbled and churned, and white fumes rose and lapped over the brim. A large stove, writing desk, bookcase, and fireplace complete the room, along with a number of crates, barrels, and sacks. A short flight of steps led up to a set of double doors in the north wall, and a small ladder climbed to a trap door in the ceiling in the northeast corner. A latticed ceiling was above the cauldron showing a second level that was not visible from outside.