The town of Ravengro is quite small, little more than a few dozen buildings, spread out over a large area, including more than a few acres of farmland, a wide, lazily-moving river flowing along the edge of the city proper, separating it from the nearby farmlands. To the south, the ruins of the old prison, Harrowstone, can be seen, a fortress-like structure, huddled against the chill air.<br/><br/>The directions on the letter said that the Professor's funeral would be this afternoon, likely in just a few hours, and gave directions to the house of the late Professor, where his daughter, Kendra, still resides. The house resides on the southern side of the city, close to a tributary of the river, and less than a couple hundred feet from the entrance to the city.<br/><br/>The house is, for the area, fairly large, and still bears several wreaths of flowers, signs of mourning, now wilting, as it's been several weeks since the Professor's death. Kendra meets them at the door, when they arrive, her eyes red and puffy, dressed in dark, conservative clothing. She's an attractive woman, about twenty-five, though with her hair drawn up in a bun, it gives her a severe, matronly look, that seems to add years to her age. "Ah, good, you've both arrived at last. Father told me so much about you... oh, the adventures you must have had," she says, smiling, but sadly. "I was worried you weren't going to make it for the funeral. And... oh, dear, what is that, behind you?" she asks, pointing out the unusual construct, who followed them into the city.