Veslemoy waited patiently for the door to be answered... but as the few moments stretched into a few minutes she began to consider knocking again. She kicked the door a bit harder- perhaps a bit more than was necessary but who would blame her. The sun was hot on her back, the sweat trickling down her shoulders made her neck itch- and the stag wasn't getting any lighter as time rolled on.

Again she waited, and again still nothing. She shifted her weight and jostled her burden, the deers lolling head thudding against her as the dead weight it was, and she was beginning to regret not leaving it with the Tanner- she could have, but she had no money to pay for his 'holding' fee, reasonably priced or no. 

The door shuddered with the next blow of her muddy boot. She glared, now quite thoroughly peeved as the solidly built door seemed to mock her with its immobility, its unvarnished grain and plain door handle quite uncaring to her predicament. 

Finally, after swatting a third fly away from her face, her fraying patience gave out and with a final glare she took a deep breath bringing air to the very bottom of her lungs...

"'LO THE HOUSE OF THE SILVER DAGGERS!" She bellowed fit to rattle the rafters, the sound of people approaching belatedly reaching her ears, "OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR! You ruddy bastards..."