Just how the young woman had found herself on the outskirts of Whitby during such a storm was anyone's guess. That she'd further approached the door of the large manor house, that had seen better days but was no under renovations, was also quite the quirk of fate. However, her slapping palm eventually had the desired effect and the door opens. A woman, really more of a girl younger than Ruth by at least a year or two, stares at her.

"Uhm, hello welcome to the Blackwood Manor."

She says sounding a bit uncertain before a more matronly looking in a similar uniform appears behind. "My lord," The woman says and then her voice comes in a crisp authoritative tone. "Felicia, the woman is pregnant and clearly in no fit state to be standing in the rain, let her in and shut that door." So it was that Ruth was allowed in the main entrance the door closing behind her. It was well lit and quite a bit warmer than outside.

"What are you doing here at this hour in this weather girl?"

The head maid inquires as she leads Ruth to a nearby chair. The servants of the manor had been handpicked by Ambrose Blackwood. He'd wanted people with kindly dispositions due to his Brother's... concerning state of mental health. Which was to Ruth's unknowing benefit this evening.