Seeing as the huntress didn't object, or at least not strenuously, the two marched for Gerdi's house. Of course it was near the temple of Law...and<em>of course</em>it was on the back of an even bigger house, with the other part facing the main thoroughfare! Long ago, the houses have probably been one and the same - until the owners of the big one, a warrior family in decline, needed to sell at least a<em>part</em>of their property. Even before they'd announced it, Gerdi appeared with a full purse, making them an offer...<br/>They locked all doors to the back of the house except one, which Gerdi used to come and go. And the family managed to get out of the dire financial straits.<br/>Less noise and more security while still having top location. If Gerdi had a mantra to repeat when picking houses, that would probably be it. She was inordinately proud of having acquiered a home, and was telling the story left and right.<br/><br/>When they knocked on the door, a young muscle-bound guy opened. He only needed a look over them, before asking.<br/><strong>"Hi there, strangers. I'm sure we haven't been introduced...so, are you here to see Miss Gerdi?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.nordicvisitor.com/images/denmark/houses-odense-denmark.jpg)<br/>Something like this. Except imagine the street isn't quite that broad...though broader than in more Southern historical cities.<br/><br/>Also, just to be clear: Gerdi is her full, non-shortened name. So he's referring to her on a first-name basis, but not making a show of being her friend.<br/></div></div>