"Hello yourself." The voice comes from the side of the house, where a shirtless man with an axe appears. Walking forwards, his head turns to take in each of the group, and his brow furrows slightly in puzzlement as to why such as disparate group has appeared at his door.<br/><br/>"What can I do for you?" he asks, opening the door, and gesturing for everyone to follow him inside. A handful of chairs sit around a wooden table, a larger and more comfortable one by the fireplace. He disappears through a door, returning a few moments later pulling a shirt on and tucking it into his pants. He crosses over to the table, pouring himself a mug of something from a pitcher that was set on it, and leans against the table, waiting to hear what everyone has to say.