The address you are given lead you to what appears to be in a residential area in town. It’s a middle-class neighborhood: the houses are too run-down to be a bland suburbia, but it’s quiet and clean. You are admitted at the door by Jennifer. There are no pins composed of precious stones in sight, tonight. A navy-blue scarf, a light blue blouse and a pair of jeans is the ensemble tonight.
"Hello, Dirt Nap," She greets. "Please come in."
The home appears to be a rental. It is furnished in light honey wood tones and subtle light blues and greens. The home lacks the small details of a home that is lived in. Any scrutiny reveals it lacks the security measures one would take in a haven. This is not a Haven, but some meeting place. There is a dining room in sight, a long wooden table spread with some flowers. A glance at the accessories and decorative pieces suggests the flowers are being arranged into a decoration.
Jennifer leads the way into the main room off of the entry way. There is a window with heavy blue curtains drawn, concealing the outside. Two small electric lights are set in end tables in the corner of the room, providing just enough light. The sitting area is composed of a leather love seat against the window. Facing the love seat are a pair of dark blue arm chairs in birch veneer. A low coffee table squats in the center, complete with a small zen sand box and a wicker tray. The tray holds a few ink pens and a case of fine paper kept in a small protective box. Jennifer gestures to the seating arrangements.
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
Jennifer takes her seat in one of the blue arm chairs. The Nosferatu studies Dirt Nap for a moment.
"You said it was business? Please feel free to elaborate.”