I'm rusty and out of practice. I need this to be brutalized. Blatant cheer leading will be promptly ignored.
The hill was steep. Alden could have flown to the top without trouble, but Aloysius was too weak to be carried by air. They walked instead. Their progress was slow, but after twenty minutes, they arrived at their destination.
The house stood before them. It was three stories tall and had been around for almost eighty years. It must have been impressive once, but these days were long gone. The decades of neglect were visible from the road and it only became worse the closer they got. There were no windows and the paint that covered the wooden boards had long since peeled off. Many of the boards would need replacing.
"The Baker did say it was in need of work..." Alden trailed off, waiting for his master's reply. He merely grunted in agreement, before he walked towards the back of the house. Alden followed him.
The backyard was large. It was covered in weeds and overgrown grass. There were no trees, just two structures. One was a shed, the other a chicken coop. Judging by the rust and cobwebs, it had been some time since they had been used. Both were in a state of disrepair.
Aloysius said nothing during his inspection. He turned away from the ruins and looked to the West, towards the sea. It was a cloudy day and the sun was hidden. A breeze came up and he buttoned up his coat.
The Western edge of the property was a cliff that dropped down into the sea. It was a good four hundred feet down and the cliff itself was a good three hundred feet from the building.
One the Eastern side, there was the remains of a garden and a large wood pile near the house. A pair of cellar doors was nearby. It was smaller than the cliff side. Soon they were back in the front.
Alden watched his master carefully, but he hadn't yet learned to read his thoughts. He was anxious to know what his master though, but he had known Aloysius long enough to know that it took a lot of time and information before he made a decision.
"Let us go inside," Aloysius said finally. They moved onto the porch and opened the front door. It opened with a large shriek of protest. Aloysius stepped inside. The floorboard snapped and Aloysius began to fall. Alden caught him quickly and dragged him back out the front door, where they fell onto the ground. Aloysius got up. He laughed as he saw the hole in the floor. Alden laughed with Aloysius, but wasn't sure why.
"I took a step through the door and the house tried to kill me. The Baker exaggerated; this place is falling apart. It is far from town, impractical for two people, and so damaged that it will not be ready even after a year's worth of work," Aloysius said.
"What shall I tell the Baker?"
"Tell him we'll take it and that once the house is in good shape, we'll begin instructing his daughter. Before you do this, find me a hotel."
