Salem walked to his door, grumbling. He has spent his day indoors and taking care of some of his work. Making his trinkets, updating his store page, that sort of stuff. He wasn't expecting visitors, nor did he want any, but he knew that if he didn't at least acknowledge the door, they would keep knocking. He grabbed the doorknob and shoved the piece of wood in order to open it. Immediately, not only was Salem blinded with the light of the daytime, but had to hear an obnoxiously bright voice a...