The cabin is small but cozy, and as you pad your way inside, he starts to load some fresh wood into the fireplace. It's dusty in here, and there's an unusual, almost unpleasant smell you can't put past you, but you ignore it for the sake of politeness.
"It's nice, very nice. How long have you lived here?"
"Only a few years, miss, and likely only to be a year longer. I move around a lot, don't much rate settling down I'm afraid. I like to hunt and gather for my living, and sometimes as the wildlife moves, you gotta move too. I have a winter cabin further south, but I don't get to use it too much in this warm weather."
You nod, and moments later the fireplace bursts into flame, bright and cheery, without any visible sign of kindling or a source of the fire. You jump, and your mouth drops a little in surprise - if you didn't know any better, that almost looked like magic.