The dirt road to the farmhouse is long and winding, and the pickup truck you are driving is certainly on its last legs. The spring air is filled with the perfume of roses and other blooms as your vehicle struggles on towards the farmhouse. You're a broke half-minotaur woman; evicted from your last place for late rent, and heading to this farm since there was a job listing that included housing and food along with normal pay. 1430 Greensummer Rd was the address listed in the curious newspaper advertisement and it isn't long until the shockingly massive stone farmhouse comes into view.

The home is absolutely stunning with plenty of windows and climbing roses rambling over the old stonework and some of the wrap-around porch. The scale of the place is a little dizzying since it was built for particularly large beastfolk. Just as you're drinking in the beauty of the place, your truck gives out once more and dies. With the death rattles still choking out of the engine, you hop out of your vehicle and make for the front door.