"Coming, coming." A voice called from within the house, though it took a few moments for the door to open. A brown haired woman, she looked to be in her early thirties, wearing a simple dress and apron opened the door and looked over Arran. Her dress had all sorts of stains on it, most of which were obviously from rubbing against green plants, and the apron's pockets were filled with all sorts of flowers and herbs that the mage didn't recognize. "Can I help you dearie?"