[Inside, everything made of wood or cloth has long since rotted... but of what was stone, and by the mishmashed types of stone - some limestone, some granite, and others - there was a lot of stone to build with.
A low, long table stands in the center of the entry room. There are still stains and scorches on it...
It's not perfect... where there were rough blocks set up for stools and chairs, there are carved and finished benches.
There's a spot in the corner, empty of the stove it once held, but the stone around it is still stained by ages of soot.
Two doors lead away and deeper. You know ... somehow, one leads to a bedroom, the other to a makeshift library room. The one to the bedroom has had something broken away, now there's something of a large step to get in over the doorframe.]
[Very quietly..]... It was wood... The leg never healed right, so a slope was just practical with the chill...