She spotted some workers moving along the backside of the house only to hear someone calling for a name and started moving over to go see what the ruckus was about. She heard more speech in the strange gruff language and laughing towards the back before they spotted on the deck up above were some well dressed Stalingrant men with their white hair flowing and big burly beards showing full length grows.<br/><br/>"Damn Stalingrantes... never trusted em for a second," Charles whispered under his breath, but they'd need to cross a hedge to get into the backyard with several grottos and clear ponds with turtles and lambs. As they watched the two head back inside after their cigars the coast was clear to jump over the hedge and make their way towards the cellar which had no lock but instead a line of salt at the whole entrance.<br/>"What is he scared of goblins or something?" Charles asked while Hoss kept his shotgun ready and opened up the door.<br/>"No idea but I'll take point, Del get ready," Hoss told her as he moved forward down into the dark basement.