It's a quiet evening in Duckville, and for one reason or another, you've somehow managed to stumble your way into what looks like some sort of run-down, gothic manor of sorts... Looking around, the place is drab and archaic, with a downright dreadful atmosphere.

The floor and wall-boards are starting to crack, or turn up, the black paint is chipping, and the wax candles clearly haven't been replaced ages. The only thing still in good condition are the paintings, which stand in a severe contrast to the rest of the localle. You could only presume them to be of the present owner.

With your curiosity further stoked, you opened an unassuming door at the end of the hall-way, and were subsequently met by an unexpected sight. There, the very duck you'd seen depicted in those paintings back there, stood at some sort of table with some old looking runes carved into it, and various vaguely magical objects (glowy gems, various tomes, miscellaneous bits and bobs, ect) all scrawled about it. The thing that really caught your eye though was the old photograph she was holding onto at the moment, and the way she seemed to longingly mull over it...

“Poe... You... You silly, silly duck... Why..."

You made a loose step, and the floor-boards seemed to creak. She set down the photo and picked up her staff (of which was sat right beside her), pointing it right at you.

“Who's there‽”

Her tense demeanor seemed to drop a bit seeing it was just some commoner and not... Scrooge... She still kept her staff pointed at you though.

“Now... who are you, and what are you doing here?"