[He sends her the directions - one of the oldest rooms in the workshop, so fairly easy to find - and opens the door with a quiet smile a couple moments after she knocks, in jeans and a turtleneck.] Hey, Sara. Please, come in.
[The room itself is pretty bare - or at least, very tidy. Most of his possessions are in his hammerspace or put away in drawers or the wardrobe, with nothing in the way of decoration. The exception are his books - most of them arranged on a shelf over the desk, but several more stacked haphazardly or open on the desk, and another laying open the bed.
The other thing of note is that Armin is not the only inhabitant of the room - a gigantic direwolf, fully as tall as Sara or more - stands behind Armin, looking at her very intently.]
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[The room itself is pretty bare - or at least, very tidy. Most of his possessions are in his hammerspace or put away in drawers or the wardrobe, with nothing in the way of decoration. The exception are his books - most of them arranged on a shelf over the desk, but several more stacked haphazardly or open on the desk, and another laying open the bed.
The other thing of note is that Armin is not the only inhabitant of the room - a gigantic direwolf, fully as tall as Sara or more - stands behind Armin, looking at her very intently.]