Thor gave a smirk and shook his head. "No, not the farm," he replied. "I only work there, carrying bales of hay," he sounded dissatisfied with his hard labor task that was not better fitting to his strength or skill set.
"The house is quite nice, I suppose. It is mundane and human like everything else. There is a castle on the cliffside," Thor turned and point back toward the beach where a grand castle stood spiraling toward the sky. It seemed elvish in make. "However, I believe a woman of dreams lives there."