"Now who do we have here...?" Mused the man with a slight tilt of his head, his gravelly voice echoing from the top of the stairs in the middle of the entrance, his ice-blue eyes piercing towards you standing at the doors of the European castle-like manor.

"It is not every day someone like you wanders randomly into my home." He rasped, eyeing your wet frame. Then, he extended a hand to the side. An offer. "Come, my dear," He began, his eyes locked onto you.

"let's get you dried up, shall we?"