12-25-2023, 03:58 PM
at Breezy's nod, Dunndero grabs the latch and pushes. The door is difficult at first but a slight nudge from his large frame causes hinges, that aren't used to moving, to shift and the door open moving against the wall allowing entrance. Inside The Cottage is dank and smells of death, decay, and mold. A table with high backed wicker chairs, made to accommodate someone with a much larger frame than your average sized person comes into view, its surface covered with moldy plates, dirty eating utensils, food that has succumbed to natures aging process. A bowl caked with dried goo sits next to a jug that is uncorked. Shelves on the wall hold any manner of clay jugs, glass jars, cloudy bottles, strangely cut rocks, rotted bundles of herbs, and a museum of other crude curios and remnants of a bone grinders artiface.