OOC: Careful, Darien, regarding your descriptions. It's up to the GM to set the scene regarding the state of Lord Raeburn's house...

IC:

As Darien sweeps his determining gaze across the Raeburn house, he notes that although the inside seems to have been redecorated recently, and the look of the house is immaculate, there is still something not quite at ease with the picture of richness. Some of the windows are broken, and have not been replaced, and the paint peels on one of the side walls. Though the hedge maze looks well-trimmed, several bushes grow in tangles in the flower beds and there is a definite growth of ivy under one of the front windows, whose growth seems to have been crudely kept down by inexperienced cuts, many of which have split the wood of the house veneer behind...

At Darien's knock, a tall, lanky doorman appears and looks down hawkishly over Darien. There is a moment's awkward silence, with the dwarf giving him a look that would curdle milk and incite barbarians to flee in haste, but the doorman's constitution somehow seems to survive it.

"Yes? How may I be of service to you...gentlemen?"



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