It was a late night in Providence, and, finding your pockets empty of money, you had nowhere to sleep. Resolving that you would not sleep in the street like a hobo, you determined to find lodgings. You knocked upon the door to an old house, styled in the typical new England style of the past century. From within you heard a voice. "Oh, now who is it that encroaches upon my threshold?" Upon the door opening you find yourself greeted by the visage of an older woman, maybe mid 40s. With long dark hair and a nose that may be a tad too long. She smiles, looking down at you. She is wearing an elegant black dress that goes down to her ankles, and is tight in particular areas. She bears a ring upon her right hand, with an odd sigil of an eye embossed upon it. "Oh, hello to you, stranger" the woman says, smiling.