[ Ferdinand isn't particularly superstitious. His belief lies in himself and his sense of personal duty, and when he prays, it's out of obligation to the more religious members of his family. But as he stands at the gates of a large, dark manor in the middle of nowhere, rain soaking him to the bone and thunder rumbling in the distance, he wonders if there's some divine goddess watching over him.
Under most circumstances, knocking on the door of a stranger's house and asking to stay the night wouldn't cross his mind. He's friendly, yes, but even he has his limits. However, he doesn't have much of a choice. The dead phone, currently clutched in his hand, necessitates such an intrusion. He's not familiar with this area in the slightest, and with the weather, continuing to drive would be dangerous.
So he brushes some of his wet hair out of his face, puts on a smile, and makes his way across the yard to the front door.
Bing-bong bing-bong. ] Pardon me! Is anyone home at the moment?
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Under most circumstances, knocking on the door of a stranger's house and asking to stay the night wouldn't cross his mind. He's friendly, yes, but even he has his limits. However, he doesn't have much of a choice. The dead phone, currently clutched in his hand, necessitates such an intrusion. He's not familiar with this area in the slightest, and with the weather, continuing to drive would be dangerous.
So he brushes some of his wet hair out of his face, puts on a smile, and makes his way across the yard to the front door.
Bing-bong bing-bong. ] Pardon me! Is anyone home at the moment?