Deep in the Anirune forest sat a cottage, set neatly into a clearing and surrounded by a well tended garden. This part of the forest was healthy and untouched by most outside forces. Few came in this far and those who did seldom found anything of any interest.
For 18 years the cottage had gone undiscovered, only a few privileged members of the ShapeShifter Guild knowing of it's existence and location. This was Porg's meadow, and it was currently not the quietest of places.
In the living room a young adult named Gary Bunting was playing on a Wii, swinging wildly with the remote and shouting profanities at the television as he did so.
Across the hall an older man sat at the desk in his room and pinched the bridge of his nose. He groaned slightly, looking to the book he was attempting to read in mild despair, he never should have given Gary pocket money. A small item jogged off the shelf as Gary jumped and Norman instinctively held his arm out and caught it, placing it neatly on his desk.
All in all it was another normal day in Porg's meadow.