A pale frail maiden wanders in through the thick woods, obviously lost and a bit confused. Though as soon as she stumbles on to the clearing her spirits lift. This place looks cozy and there must be someone around that can direct her back to town. She takes a moment to indulge her curiosity, stopping to sniff the strange and wonderful scents of the brightly color flowers. "this certinanly isn't your normal posies and pansies" she thought to herself, wondering what kind of green thumb the owner must have to have such a garden. She becomes a bit nervous with this though but with no other options to get back to town she lightly knocks upon the door.