Thomas Tyler opened the door, displeased to see a non-local on his porch. "What do you want boy? If you want to see my daughter, she's at the barn helping with getting the place ready for the dance. I don't have time for idol chit chat, so if that's not what you want, what do you need?" Thomas asked, crossing his a arms across his chest and leaned against the frame of the door. He waited for the boy to talk, tapping his finger tips against his arms as he was starting to get quite annoyed. "Come on, out with it! What do you want?!" Thomas asked, the bags under his eyes showing he had not gotten any sleep for quite a while.