Box of Lobsters! Or a musebox.

It wasn't exactly easy sneaking through the grounds that used to just be the beach. It was all sand - and not quicksand - thankfully, but something had changed in the few hours they were out.

For one, a storm had begun brewing.

For another, creatures - too bent and hairy to be human but walking and holding themselves like they were - had begun prowling the area between their home and the forest. If Tyr wasn't so uncertain that the things might have been cursed citizens themselves, he wouldn't have a problem with the two of them carving a path out to the front door.

As it was, though, the front door firmly "guarded" by them, leaving only the side entrance to their now-transformed home. Even if it kept its wooden siding and large windows, the inside looked black and the glass only reflected the rumbling storm clouds overhead. Tyr didn't waste time sneaking over to the door to the "tower", gripping Rita's hand in his.

"This looks like the only way inside now..."