Arven Fisk dusted down his greatcoat with some dim regret that he hadn't thought to dress with proprietary for this albeit peculiar occasion. He was quite as he appeared — a windswept adventurer with an eye for the unknown... but not so much for fashion.

It was for this reason among others that Arven hesitated before knocking on the door; he looked an intimidating sort, but was not about to force himself past a perturbed doorman, and he was far too unseemly to be invited in out of sheer courtesy. And so he decided to roam around the outside of the handsome Dempsey house before doing anything else, hands in his pockets, heading gradually towards the servant's entrance as if that were his intention — but also keeping a sharp eye out on every window he passed, hoping he might catch sight of a perching wren...