A drooping manor house in the wilting countryside of Frumbley housing the hateful and decrepit Anstruther-Mogg sisters. Once a site of many a lavish ball and breakfast, host to Lairds and Ladies and Knights and Knaves, its winding, fretful corridors now sit empty except for the spiteful hurryings and evil thoughts of the uncountable goblin sorority.
The locals live in a semi-reverent fear of the aristocratic goblins, and the town simmers with tales and rumours of the awful house. They're controlled by a terrible god. They never die, they just move deeper underground. They live out entire lives within our dreams while we sleep. Surely not all these rumours can be true.