As she came to the house, she'd find that the door opened easily, and into a neat, cozy home. A fire crackled in the hearth, and there was almost an air of peace about it. A doorway led to a bedroom and another to the pantry, with the latter well-stocked. A desk with a bottle of ink, an inkpen, and a journal sat on one side of the bedroom, and a trunk, apparently locked, sat at the base of the bed.