The Manor

Fuzzy image's of a sudden storm flit though Etcher's memory. He should have had time to descend safely but then . . . Wham!!! He didn't hit anything but it sure felt like he had. A sudden though makes him shudder. He must have flown through a Barrier. They are usually noticeable and not a big thread, when crossed properly. Etcher has done it twice himself but this is his first crossing mid air. The storm must have somehow obscured the border, though he is not sure about that. Nothing else makes sense. Unless he was struck by lightning and somehow survived. The little storm should not have done that but then it also should not have obscured any Border. But he is alive and has his wings. Next step, make the pain stop and get out of the mud.

Looking around Etcher stands in a muddy clearing the woods. He remembers following a road before the storm and subsequent crash landing here so over should not be too far away. And water would be good to.

With that last thought he picks up the slight sound of running water and turning his head to locate the source he spies a strait line standing out in the lush foliage of the trees. Hoping to one side to get a better angle Etcher confirms there is a structure about a quarter mile from him. The trees hide most of it but the part he can see is section of roof.

As etcher wanders over to the sound of water he passes into a thicker part of the forest. He can tell these woods are old and look untouched by hands that shape things, which bring to question what the building is doing out here? The water sound lead him a bit away from the structure and he soon arrives at a small stream that burbles over rocks. Finding a small pool where the water splashed down into it over a rocky outcropping Etcher is able to use his wings to deftly flick the water over himself after rinsing his wings first. A few moment are all it take to clean his glossy feathers but he sighs upon getting the worst of the mud off his cloths. It looks like he lay in the mud some time and it will take soap and effort to get his jerkin truly clean.

Satisfied at being at least presentable, and actually quite cleaner than most he has grown up in the company of. He flings the water from his wings and a few strong flaps dry his cloths a bit, before heading back to the building. Soon the roofline of the building is in sight and he gets a better view of the structure.

Though still standing the building does not appear to be currently inhabited. The yard shows signs of having been well organized and cared for but has grown wild and Etcher estimates a couple of years at least have passed since this place was cared for. Feeling a bit disheartened he almost lets his hope fade but then a flash of movement from one of the window catches his eye. Was that a face?

Etcher flaps his wings and flits around the building and spot what must be the "garden" A wall, he assumes is stone under the vines and other things now sprouting from it, surrounds about an acre of land. The inside if full of trees and from the air he can see outlines of paths and planter boxes. However the entire thing has been over take by the plants. Only a single path has been kept clear between a door on the back of the building and a small well several yards away. Landing on the path near the well Etcher looks around.

Comparing what he sees with the paper listing his duties Etcher is pretty certain a month would not be long enough to fully get the garden back in shape. Still an hours work for a good meal does not sound like a bad deal. What to start with first? Weeding or pruning?
Give me a rough outline of planned activates and priorities along with a couple rolls to determine how successful you execute the plan. Remember standard roll is just 2d6, you get advantage (3d6) with acrobatics and sword work. If it is an activity totally foreign to Etcher roll with disadvantage.
Ex identifying weed without the cheet sheet the fey gave you would have been at disadvantage.

The shed is the size of a large closest or small room though the vegetation now grown over it makes it a bit bigger. The door is still mostly covered but easily cleared. As the door swings open only a little light spills into the gloomy interior. Shelves line 2 of the walls with a workbench attached on the third. The las wall holds several tools hanging from pegs on the wall.

The shelves are filled with an assortment of bags and bottles covered in dust. Fortunately there are labels on the shelves indicating the items purpose. Stepping in to look for the herbicide he hears a clicking from all around and the rustle of movement. Whirling around he sees nothing but a flash of something small and dark behind the objects on the far wall, only to then hear movement behind himself again Surrounded by, something, Etcher decides to do this quick. Spotting a label with the image of a small pant with a slash through it he grabs the large sack and watering can next to it with a similar label. As he does the wall erupts in a fountain of dark shape that flit and fly about the room, cutting off the light. Etcher divs for the door, only to finds he can no longer locate it or any part of the sheds contents. And to make matters worse his feet are getting cold and wet as he feels water

Etch is surrounded by a swirly flying mass of some sort of flying insects, by the sound of it, with water creeping up his ankles

Roll a Save test (2d6) and explain Etcher's attempts to fight off the bugs, escape, call for help, etc