The staggering cold in the middle of a winter Rhydin night was enough to keep someone inside. Each crystalline flake that fluttered from above rested silently in its place. Each shop railing had a delicate sloping of snow several inches high. Cobble stones slick with ice and gritty snow while the sidewalks were inches deep in crisp pristine snow. There wasn't so much as a foot print in the newly fallen snow and it blanketed the entire place in a sobering way of vast flawlessness. Every star danced bright against the pallet of snow, and the moonlight reflected off of it made the middle of the night seem like late afternoon. When someone said a winter wonderland they were talking about this very place.
Perhaps it was the cold, or the fact that it was so early in hours of Wednesday morning but there wasn't a single person wandering about in the east end of the marketplace. Rhae had been born in RhyDin's center, and her parents still owned the flat there above the Blacksmith's shop, luckily for both Phinn and the young rogue in training though, her parents had opted to buy a bigger home when her brother Wyatt was born and found a secluded spot behind the expanse of shops, warehouses and taverns. The house was tucked right on the outskirts of the Marketplace, close enough that everything was accessible yet still far enough away that they could have the privacy needed for their particular type of research.
Outwardly, the house was simple, what one would expect to see around RhyDin, a large brownstone with grey shutters, a black iron wrought fence and large mahogany doors. The gate in the ten foot high, iron fence may give someone the idea that there were things inside that needed to not be found. It stood a full foot higher than the rest of the fence and was ominously chained shut with a thick length of iron chain. Its bars were constructed of thick lengths of woven iron, intertwining and winding around each others to make a very tight lattice pattern. No hole in the gate was more than a single inch wide making scaling it impossible to those without a child's hand and a keen sense of wall walking. There was a set of massive ?M's worked into the intricate design of the gate and what one could have assumed was a family crest. Rhae had never mentioned the family being well off, but with this type of security it was impossible to think otherwise. The lock was rather intricate, as it contained over a dozen tumblers and if a single was mishandled the whole process of unlocking it would be damned from the start. The gate itself was the only piece of the fence that wasn't covered in a privacy granting expanse of ivy and so the only apparent decent look at the house would have to come from peering through that gate. The ominously looming fence surrounded the entirety of the grounds without a single noticeable break. The ivy so thoroughly overgrown it was impossible to tell much of what went on under its tight grip. Beneath the ivy, the rods in that fence were several inches thick and solid iron, no expense had been spared in building it.
Perhaps it was the cold, or the fact that it was so early in hours of Wednesday morning but there wasn't a single person wandering about in the east end of the marketplace. Rhae had been born in RhyDin's center, and her parents still owned the flat there above the Blacksmith's shop, luckily for both Phinn and the young rogue in training though, her parents had opted to buy a bigger home when her brother Wyatt was born and found a secluded spot behind the expanse of shops, warehouses and taverns. The house was tucked right on the outskirts of the Marketplace, close enough that everything was accessible yet still far enough away that they could have the privacy needed for their particular type of research.
Outwardly, the house was simple, what one would expect to see around RhyDin, a large brownstone with grey shutters, a black iron wrought fence and large mahogany doors. The gate in the ten foot high, iron fence may give someone the idea that there were things inside that needed to not be found. It stood a full foot higher than the rest of the fence and was ominously chained shut with a thick length of iron chain. Its bars were constructed of thick lengths of woven iron, intertwining and winding around each others to make a very tight lattice pattern. No hole in the gate was more than a single inch wide making scaling it impossible to those without a child's hand and a keen sense of wall walking. There was a set of massive ?M's worked into the intricate design of the gate and what one could have assumed was a family crest. Rhae had never mentioned the family being well off, but with this type of security it was impossible to think otherwise. The lock was rather intricate, as it contained over a dozen tumblers and if a single was mishandled the whole process of unlocking it would be damned from the start. The gate itself was the only piece of the fence that wasn't covered in a privacy granting expanse of ivy and so the only apparent decent look at the house would have to come from peering through that gate. The ominously looming fence surrounded the entirety of the grounds without a single noticeable break. The ivy so thoroughly overgrown it was impossible to tell much of what went on under its tight grip. Beneath the ivy, the rods in that fence were several inches thick and solid iron, no expense had been spared in building it.