As the night past, and morning arose, a figure was seen walking down the small concrete path, heels clicking lightly. A travel-size suit case swung at her side. As she approached the door, Miss Ayleth Spruce noticed that it must be nearing breakfast, because she was entirely famished. She'd walked a long time to find this place. Miss Spruce had heard rumors from sources best left unsaid that a place of rest could be found for people like her, in a place like this. And low and behold, a comfortable looking manor stood. The sun had only just touched the tops of the trees, meaning it was not so early as to be an inconvenience hopefully, but just early enough that she might be in time for a quick meal, if it was provided. Dusting the dirt of her purple skirt, and brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, Ayleth knocked sharply once, twice, three times.