The group stands out in the cold for a while, wondering if the people in the house will ever answer the door.
The house itself is rather large. Three stories, with possible room for an attic, in a town such as this it is by and large the most magnificent building in the area. The lands are well maintained, not that there is much maintaining to do in the winter. But the snow is shoved off the walkways, and there are some lanterns that can be lit at night lining them as well.
After what seems like forever, the door finally opens to reveal an ancient man in a fine suit. He moves very, very slowly, as he takes in the group.
"May I..." he says, slowly looking from one person to another, his mouth hung open. Not I surprise, or forgetfulness. More like it simply stopped halfway to the next word. Eventually, it moves again. "...help you?"