Unfortunately for Valen, the farm-house's windows are dark and hazy with smoke when he tries to peer inside, so he can only get a few details from his little peek. He sees three shapes, all at roughly the same height and size, moving about like marionettes on some sort of string. Though he does hear voices, now... three keening, warbling voices entwined in a strange, uncoordinated rhythm amidst the smoke and embers. It makes the elf's eyes hurt and his ears ring...<br/><br/>But when he gets around to the back of the house, everything looks like it should be normal. The door is closed and latched, the windows whole and clean (well, barring the smoke that fogs up the insides of the panes), and the porch looks like the rural ideal for simple, good living. If it weren't for the fact that the voices inside the farmhouse are picking up steam, and the smoke is starting to pour out of the house's thatched roof, it would seem like he'd stumbled into some sort of pastoral painting.