The man, or at least at first glance it seems to be a man is indeed not a personage she's seen.  A robe of burlap covers most of him, but it doesn't hang properly for a normal person to be inside it.  His hands are pasty white, like unbaked bread dough and thick and soft enough to add to the image.  One hand holds and iron capped staff, no doubt what he was knocking on her door with.  The other is empty and he lifts it to draw back his hood.  His face matches his hands, and there's a shock of stringy white hair with a pair of red eyes squinting and blinking at her.<br/><br/>"Naiobe Percivan," the hunchbacked man says, "You are summoned below.  The time has come for you to affirm the ancestral pact and take your place as a true Percivan."