<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corporal Stoutly<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Breakfast at the Inn<br/><br/>'All you really need to know about her is she is generous, and kind, and a bit eager to succeed. She's good people, so there isn't anything to worry about. She might be a bit shy around strangers' he added.<br/><br/>'Alrighty, let us proceed' he said, and once they were done, he left some coin on the table, and they left the inn. The salty breeze was especially strong this morning, and it looked like it might rain later, clouds were starting to thicken over the bay, heading north towards the coast. The fishing vessels had left port before daylight, and the wharves and docks were empty, save for a few marauding seagulls that were looking for any scraps they could get their beaks on. With the day looking to be grey at best, many folks were still indoors, and the walk through the town was quiet. A few passersby smiled politely as the troupe passed by, and soon they had left the main road, and were climbing up the coast road that led west out of town. It was a short walk, about five minutes. Ahead on a prominent hill that overlooked the bay was a run down mansion. It was two stories, and likely had been a splendid place once but was now in disrepair.<br/><br/>Tall grasses and weeds filled the yard, and a wrought iron fence that was five or so feet tall surrounded the property. A gate lay in the front of the house, and it was cracked, not completely shut. Several shutters had fallen from the house, and a few windows also had broken glass. What used to be a garden on the side of the house was completely overgrown. A glassed in greenhouse in the back of the house looked to be in poor shape as well. Overall, the manor was a rather gloomy looking place.<br/><br/>'She will meet us here' he advised, waiting at the front gate.