The old house was a large greystone mansion surrounded by black iron bars. It had a large black iron gate whit snarling wolf head as knocker. The wagons had stopped at just the front of the road which leads to Felkers mansion, but as fresh arrival trader did not know all the stories of the mansion. Only that it had belonged long ago to a lord of the land. The mansion looked abadonned, the weed was growing wild everywhere and windows were closed and house needed new paint seriously. But the man then spotted a gentle golden light at one of top most windows of the mansion! Someone was there!