and this house sat on the drowsy hills of the Umbruskian Plains. In fact, it sat on the prettiest hill of them all yet this little house was not.It was a lonely house, just miles from perhaps the grandest city in the whole of Orkos.It was a very shabby house, built from the crudely cut trunks of trees and it takes a trained eye to tell where one room ends and another starts.The roof was slate stolen from the ground. There was not a chimney or a window, but mere holes.