<br/>I smile politely as I step through the door, glad I won't be sleeping outside tonight. Odd place to find a yank, though - and what guests? "Excuse me miss - did you say another guest?" I bat my eyes, the picture of feminine confusion "I'm supposed to be meeting a friend here, and I'm afraid I've no idea what the occasion is... is there to be a gathering of some sort?"<br/><br/>I scan the area as I wait for a response - if there's wealth hidden in this forest, a place like this isn't a bad place to start looking for it. I squint at the paintings, mentally calculating their worth. What's a place like this doing in the middle of nowhere? How are guests arriving, for that matter?<br/><br/>Something is wrong here - but I ignore it for the moment, keeping my muscles relaxed, voice unconcerned. I have plenty of time to work out the angles after I'm settled in.