Blythe made his way back to the Gingerbread House; he was one of it's three owners. He stepped  in from outside, carrying a briefcase, and he noticed visitors! It had been raining where he had been, and he was a little soaked from it; his black suit looked a little worse for wear. He smiled and said, "Oh my; I have not been home to this enchanted place in a long time, although I'm pleased to see that people are finding a use for it." He inclined his head in a small bow of respect to both of the visitors and said, "I am Liege Blythe, and it's my pleasure to welcome you. Lady Aislinn and Lord Dovel are currently not in, although they have been known, like me, to make frequent trips to foreign lands and return."<br/><br/>With a wave of his hand, there were refreshments available--exotic wines and drinks from other fantasy lands, the smell of smoked goods, collections of cakes and candy, and he offered, "If you wish, help yourselves."