You enter the building into a room that smells like cinnamon and apples, it appears to being lit up by small flickering candles at varying stages of their lives. A skeleton sits at the desk, bones dark as soot and eye lights a dim green. Their eye lights move to look up at you from their book, and they let out a sigh, closing the book and sitting up in their chair they tilt their head at you. "How may I be of service to you today?"