Greedling had found a small house in the forest while trying to find a place to stay for a while as he didn't want to deal with anyone else. He shrugs and goes inside, gently shutting the door behind him in case anyone actually lives there. He stretches a bit and puts his hands in his pocktets, walking around the house to see if there was anything interesting. He stops when he sees a bedroom where the blankets on the bed are actually made, it made him realize that someone does in fact live there. He then quickly turns around when he heard a noise, his eyes widening a bit as he makes eye-contact with the person that was living in the house. He stood there, slightly frozen as he was caught and didn't know what to properly say to them.