Upon entering the house, you find yourself in a small, circular, one-room house, cluttered with all manner of objects. Against the far wall is a bed, the red blankets tidy. A fireplace is to the left of the door, but is unlit - not surprising on a day like this.
In the centre of the floor sits a dark, circular table, its legs carved with talon designs. Upon this sits a tablecloth that looks as though it may once have been some fine fabric, but now is practically a quilt of patches. It has been set with six pewter plates and glassware that appears to have been cracked and repaired at least once. A woven bowl filled with bread, and a pitcher completes the ensemble.
The house is lit by only the outside light, which shines dimly through the dirty windows. The entire house has a light coating of dust, save for the central table.
Most notable, however, is the fact that you are not alone. As the Harrow card promised, others are here.