The doorbell to the Veranda rings. The echo can be heard throughout the house. A noise that perks ears and makes heads turn. Not many use the old thing. Most know to just wander in and make themselves at home.
A couple men stand there in front of thh door. One wears black. The other in blue. Their uniforms match, and are trimmed in white. Talking among themselves, they wait for someone to answer the door.
"Man, I'm tellin you. Nobody is gonna answer that thing." The man in blue states, as he motions towards the door. "I'm goin in. This place is huge. There's no way any9one heard that. You prolly gotta go in and talk to someone at the desk. Come on Keith."
The man in blue opens the door and wanders in. Looking around he sees the decore is fine and well kept. There is the smell of fresh bread wafting from the hall to the right. Ahead is a large room, a staircase can be seen leading somewhere.
"He-hello?" The man called Keith says into the room. "I don't see anyone Sven. You sure we can be here?"
The other man, now named as Sven, looks at his friend. "Hey that TAZ guy Cid said we'd be welcome. All we'd have to do is talk to Mal or Reggie. Tell them Cid sent us. He said it might be a bit quiet. Something about being so far out, people don't take the time to stay anymore. Used to be a resort or something. Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" Sven turned and walked on down the hall following his nose for the smell. "There's food cooking this way, come on. People will be there. We can get this figured out."
The man in black, followed his friend. A bit hesitant. But the smell finally got the better of him.
