In a strangers house. [Anna Brodie Only]

[Tolbin]

The house is old, its stutters are skewed slightly showing lack of care, the outer walls are old brick with mortar, some cracked in places, and its door a faded yellow brown though you do not believe it is from paint but age and the elements. The stranger unlocks the door without putting you down and carries you across the threshold using his foot to shut the door, and lays you down on a dilapidated couch near the fireplace. The house is cold and dank, it makes you feel that it has all but given up on the world and resigned its self to a fate of slow painful decay. The man grabs a blanket and hands it to you, his body only a silhouette with the single candle burning in this house behind him. He goes to the fire place and begins to coax it to life from the few embers that had been banked for the night. His dark and husky voice calls back over his shoulder as he stokes the fire, “You might want to get out of those wet things, if you can, and wrap yourself up in that blanket. I will have the fire going soon… Don’t worry, I won’t look. Afterwards I will get you something hot to drink.”

OOC: Time stamp is the same as invitation of shadows since it is the same night that you were in there.