Rumbling resonates throughout the house as you make way to the basement. The clashing of steel and hammer continue until you open the basement door to see Abigail. A wave of heat blasts your face from the furnace in the left corner.

Huh? Who the hell is interrupting me.

She turns to face you from the anvil she was hammering on.

Ah, it’s just you, dear.

She sighs and puts down her hammer. And walks to you, her height dwarfing you as she looks down.

What do ya want?