Ambrose was curious with the figures who entered the worn-down house and his mind drifted to possible explanations for the figures, one such explanation was that these were some of the old man Jeremy's allies and might be trouble for the boxer. It seemed in this day and age many had always sized up the Titan Tull, after all, beating such a mountain of a man would garner massive respect from peers but few outside of boxing ever followed through. This was something that the man was cursed with but he thanked the stars the number of street fights with ruffians bent on proving something was in the single digits. However, any new people especially ones in this land could be enemies and Tull had to mentally prepare for such a conflict.

He walked ever so slowly to the house his footsteps echoed on the crumbling sidewalk while his black umbrella took the brunt of the rain but drizzles from the wind caught him in the face and on his suit. This place seemed to be miserable and he was already ready to leave this forsaken land of rain. Just as he neared within 300 feet of the house a head popped out of the structure shocking him just a little bit and his question left him confused. 

"Umm hello, good man! I..umm I do not see any paint on the window but my eyes are a bit off in age and this dreaded rain has blurred things further. However, if I may tell me good man is the house you currently occupy is that 1111 South Curlew Drive?" He said in a booming but friendly tone infused with just a tinge of confusion about the whole situation. After he finished the sentence Tull turned his head and spotted another man watching from afar he was a bit blurry as most things far away were but Ambrose knew it was a man. He gave him a simple wave with his massive hand and turned back to the odd fellow in the building.