There is a definite oddity - a small combination kitchenette/classroom in the middle of the desert. There's no walls, but there's still a stove and counter, and a coffee maker. No sign of anywhere to get power, but there's clearly fresh muffins.
There's only one resident. A middling height, middle aged balding man, handling the muffin tins.
To those with animalistic senses he smells odd. Not precisely like any person they've ever met, but also not unlike a person. To Nate's low level telepathy, or even attempts to scan, there's a sense of a mind there, but completely and totally unreadable - its like trying to get a television program, and getting nothing but static - but something conscious is definitely there.
He smiles at the group of them. "Come, come. Have some coffee, or a muffin. It may be some time before you eat this well again."
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