You walk around the house to find yourself in the the farmyard. In the middle you see a small table, about two feet high, with a little chair and three stools around it. The fourth stool is slowly making his way from the house floating in mid air. On the table there's brown bread still steaming, butter, two jars of honey, a basket of hazelnuts and two jugs of milk fresh from the cow.
You see the oven on your right, and from there a gnome comes forward with a tray of eggs and bacon. He's the oldest gnome you've ever seen, his hair and beard are completely white and so is his robe, his thousands wrinkles draw a smile on his face. He must be blind, cause he wears a golden blindfold over his eyes. Nonetheless he makes it to the table without tripping or swaying, looks briefly for the chair with his hands and sits on it.
"Welcome travellers, please join the old Fides for breakfast, it's been quite some time since I've had company other than Pisti." he makes a gesture towards the hawk, who shrieks in answer.
"You travel quite light, my friends. Where did your journey begin? Where will it take you?"
