A small, stone house sits among a group of trees. A light fume of smoke drifts from the chimney. It is small and shabby, but Anon likes it. He's not really comfortable in big fancy houses. A nice secluded house in the country does him juse fine.

Anon sits in a comfortable chair by the fireplace, sleeping with a book on his chest. Suddenly, a loud knock interupts his sleep. The book he had attempted to read went scattering across the floor. "Who's there?" he yelled groggily.