“This sucks.” Dragox says as he walks towards the old house.  Dragox is a 6 foot tall dragon fox.  He has on a pair of khaki shorts, a vest with a company logo printed on it, and a studded leather collar.  He has a duffle bag in one hand and a note book in the other.  His eye begins to twitch and his hand shakes before he cries out and drops the items to the ground.  He rips the vest off and throws it to the ground before stomping on it.  He then starts to smooth his fur out.  “I don’t get how people can wear those things.  Shorts are bad enough.  I don’t get some of these decency laws.”  He picks up the duffle bag and note book and continues to the front of the house.<br/>Dragox had just gotten into town and was trying to find a job.  A company needed someone to go into the house and measure how big it was so that it could be appraised and the dispute about money could finally be settled.  No one wanted to go into the house though.  That was until Dragox came there.  He said that he didn’t care if there was a ghost in there or not.  Spirits, ghosts.  He had never been one to believe in those things and the company was going to pay him well.  Also, no one had been in there so they wouldn’t know if a few things went missing.<br/>Dragox continues on until he is standing at the front door.  He takes a quick look around the front of the house before going to the main door and trying to open it up and go inside.