The sky is overcast, as if it were going to rain. There is an eerie sense of familiarity with the area, the vines that tangle onto the mansion, and the cobble-stone path.
The mansion itself seems to whisper in a foreign but familiar tongue...
"Wait a second..." someone in the group mutters, and then all five of them realize why the mansion felt familiar. The architecture was basically Azgardian, but it was also a bit like that of their world.