Calling on a neighbor

[mr_blackbriar]

There's been a badger in residence at Brakbre for a few days, before he ventures much beyond his new sett. His furniture is in order, the books are on the shelves, every tunnel is spotlessly clean and he's got a new front door to close behind him. When Mr. Blackbriar sets out at last, he's got a basket and a knapsack, a couple of jars clinking softly in the latter. Thus burdened, he starts out midmorning, intending to take his time along the way. He is, after all, an old and somewhat plump badger, and sees no reason to exert himself unnecessarily.

By the time he arrives at the ramshackle farmhouse known locally as Greywick Manor, it's early afternoon, and hopefully not too terrible an hour to call on the Lord of the manor. The sign against solicitors gives him only the briefest pause, then he pulls at the cord for the bell, brushes down his vest, and awaits some sign the owl is home.

((Post for lord_greywick but OTA for anyone who wants to exchange pleasantries while he's trundling along the way there...))