The initial approach of Ophelia saw the Orc tensing up. It was a rather bold move. The sheer audacity of approaching the leader after being grated passage... seemingly impressed the green woman as she slimed at the sweet words. "Very well, fair well my sweet ladies." That said she simply while waving goodbye. The two sidekicks of her stood behind. Looking slightly confused at interaction.<br/><br/>Continuing walking for four more hours the group found the fabled Nox's Mill as indicated to by yet another signpost. The mill stood tall few hundred feet of the main road that, if the signpost is be trusted continued to Anavivill. It also indicated they the place party name from is called Dormtown.<br/><br/>Then it came to the mill itself, it was tall, easily over 10 stories tall, a mighty hight, even among its kind. The girth was similarly matched, if not even more then outstanding. The mighty building was powered by both a large wind turbine near the top and a waterwheel. The water flowed from the north and into wetlands on the south. A soft creaking of wood audible even from the main road. On the way to the building laid a rose garden, full of bright red flowers seeming more lively then possible, similarly to how the path they took to get here. The whole garden bound is a smile wooden fence, with opened gate following passage to the front doors. A solid oak door, that is in fact locked.