"Because it honestly isn't much, miss." Said an Old, Gravely and rough voice. The source of the voice himself appeared in front of the gates. He stood at a massive 6'8, had a trim gray haircut along with a gray, thick but trim beard as well. The man wore a beige trenchcoat without any straps to hug it together on his body. Under that same trenchcoat was a black turtleneck sweater, with a somewhat noticeable red gem on the neck. His Khaki pants matched the color scheme of his clothing along with black dress shoes. Arms crossed he spoke again. "So. What brings your interest to such a fine place for such a fine being as yourself?"