At some point in the middle of the afternoon, there's a firm knock on the door, and on the other side stands a mild looking Nord with his hands in his jean pockets and his portfolio and a newspaper tucked under one arm. He figured it was about time he paid a visit, and he's certainly got a few questions to ask (business and otherwise). Although he is just slightly distracted by new smells and the sense of other supernatural creatures in the area, so he may not be paying too much attention to when anyone answers the door.