The land around the school was mostly rural, so as the students walked they were treated to the sight of light rolling hills of grass in most any direction. Ahead though, Mt. Orem slowly grew taller and taller as they got closer to the base of the lonely mountain.
About 20 minutes had passed as the students walked, talked, and quarreled. While the mountain was still a bit off in the distance a small cottage came into sight on the side of the road. The home seemed nice enough, made of yellowish stone; and a solid wood fence about shoulder height surrounded it.
Pocking up from behind the fence seemed to be a woman, about middle age but not unattractive. Her black curly hair was cut rather short and she wore a simple white blouse. As the students drew nearer she looked up at them and gave a friendly smile.