The Aririke Townhouse shared exterior walls with the narrow houses to its left and right. The building was old, built long before the war with repairs that had been done here and there afterwards. As such, some of the brick was quite old, while other sections had been replaced in recent years. Two stories in height, the townhouse was nonetheless quite narrow itself, easily taller than it was wide. The steps outside were decorated with potted plants, though there was no lawn or grass outside—the row of townhouses was just off a street in central Rauru. Walking inside, one would be greeted by a small entryway with a narrow staircase, which connected to a sitting room and kitchen with a dinette and six chairs. Going upstairs, there were four rooms which were quite cramped, having both a bed and a bathtub taking up nearly all the space in each. Zimo’s room had somehow managed to fit a tiny desk and chair inside, as well as a hanging leather sack that appeared to have been beaten and battered into disrepair. In the hallway was a dumbwaiter, which allowed buckets of water to be easily transported upstairs to fill the bathtubs for the zoran residents. The kitchen downstairs had a back door, and behind the row of townhouses was a long shared yard in which children sometimes played, as well as a group of disconnected privy rooms in which the residents and their guests could wash up and take care of themselves. --- Zimo jogged ahead slightly as the trio began to approach her home. “This is it, home sweet home,” she said, turning a key in the lock and letting her friends in. Growing up, it had been Mother, Arlena, Arun, and Anemone, as well as the young Asherah herself. The house was perhaps cramped with so many people, but she had just considered it cozy. After all, the entire village had been her home. “Anyone around?” Zimo shouted, the sound echoing a bit off of the narrow walls of the house. There was silence for a brief moment, but then someone called down from upstairs: “Ash? You’re home! Mom’s at the church, so it’s just me. She’ll be glad to see you!” “Come on down, Annie,” Zimo called back up. “I brought guests. There any food?” She turned to Sira and Tiketh. “Welcome home guys, my place is yours. Make yourselves comfy and relax. You’ve earned it” The person upstairs shouted back: "Kay, just gimme a few!"