His boots roughly trudge against the stone pathway leading up to the vine-covered cottage as he looks up at it.

The cottage is small and has cobblestone walls, two windows at the front allowing James to peer into the home. The porch is clean with a bench and two separate gardens with well taken care of flowers and fruits. The home is definitely different from what James is used to, but he isn't complaining.

He reaches the wooden door and reaches up, his gloved hand curled into a small fist as he taps his knuckles against the light brown door.