You started at the large house before you. Denched in rain, you quickly decided to go towards the house. Knocking on the door, you were greeted by a young maid with wide, cat like eyes.
“Oh! Please come inside! Get out of the rain!” She cried.
Leading you inside and into the main hall of the strang house, she called out “Madam Morphia! We have a guest!”
Ascending the grand starecase was the Madam Morphia. She was an aged woman, one who had aged with brilliant grace.
“Lucy, thank you for bringing this young man. What is your name?”
“I’m Joar,” you tell the woman.
Morphia flashed a sharp smile.
“Lucy, take him too a room. I expect you know what rooms are free...”
You were lead down a series of halls. It became clear that it would take you ages to learn the layout if the place. Not that you’d stay there long. Right?
Soon, you came to your room.
It was a nice room. A king size bed, a little tv and book stand. And a bathroom too.
“Wow... this is too much!” You explain.
“Nonsense!” Lucy replied. “Rest up. A change of clothes are in the cuboard over there, and also a note of warning. The shower can take a lot out of you.”
With that, Lucy left you to your devices.