You open a door bearing a large picture of a fox and find yourself greeted by an overly friendly blue Transira (could this be..?) After being smothered in kisses you push her down gently and move further in. A mug of coffee with the picture of a curious looking red striped dragon sits steaming on a desk scattered with photos of piano foxes. In every corner you see tattered old Hundo beds, occupied by snoozing Klara Asaltos. Some of them wag sleepily at you as you pass. You walk back to the door under watchful eyes, the foxes seem friendly but you decide it is best not to disturb them any more.