You open the door to the home, and enter into a cramped, albeit comfortable room. Tall bookshelves line the walls, filled to the brim with books and illuminated by the faint light shining through the sheer curtains; they're so sheer, it's like they're a mirage. The sun's rays guide your eye to the wall parallel to you, covered in paintings depicting animals you don't recognize in brutal combat. On the opposite wall are a few doorways, each labeled with a metal plaque- records scribbled in a aqua pen indicate that these rooms house the owner's pets. On the adjacent wall is two more unlabeled doors, one is made of glass and leads to a greenhouse, and the other is presumably the owner's room.
As you gaze at the paintings and books on the walls, you hear one of the pet's doors creak open- a short man steps out of the room and squeaks out a tiny "Oh!" when he notices you. His long, dark brown, curly hair bounces as he approaches you, barely distinguishable from the dark pink cloak obscuring the rest of him. He bows before pushing up his rectangular glasses, and begins to speak:
"Howdy, traveler! My name is Ray Trebloso... welcome to my home. ^^" "Ah- are you perhaps here for the "temporary housekeeping" job on the town square's bulletin board?"
Before you can respond, he clasps his scarred hands together excitedly, bouncing in place.
"Oh goody! I was worried no one would respond..." "Don't worry, it shouldn't be too bad; I'll be taking care of some work-related matters for a week, away from home, and simply need someone to ensure that my home doesn't fall into disarray, haha."
He motions to the pet rooms.
"The most important part of your responsibilities will be caring for my beloved beasts... some of them may be a bit feisty, but I assure you they won't attack!"
"Not unless commanded to, of course..." The man mutters, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He fidgets with the hem of his cloak, before refocusing on you.
"I hope you do take good care of them, as well as the rest of my possessions! Be careful, though, I do own a couple mystical items, which I would rather not lose due to the clumsiness of another person- not assuming you're clumsy, of course. Just making sure you understand..." "I'll be off, now. Thank you very much for your services, traveler. ^^"
He quickly walks around you, before opening the front door and leaving. When you turn back to watch him go, he's already gone.