The cottage was seeped in old people smell, along with the usual scents one would expect in the country side.
As far as he could tell they had at least two goats. And something else. There were a few stranger scents.
Whiffs of various industrial chemicals and a host of different humans passed trough here.
The door slowly opened up with the sound of a rope rolling along a tackle.
"Come on in dear." A crackling old voice sung.
Inside was an ordinary bed and breakfast cottage.
An old lady holding a tray of freshly baked cookies came slowly shuffling out of the kitchen.
She was definitely human, and very old.
The trail of strange scents followed further through the hall and to a large two door closet.