A thick smoke bellows from the small chimney atop the cabin. All but one wall is made of thick wooden poles; the left side that holds the chimney is brick. It's quite cute really, and I imagine it would be quite peaceful to live here. Except at night. It would be freaky at night. A soft music lulls in the air along with a strong smell of herbs. Rune announces our presence with the heavy, iron door knocker that is the head of a Wolf, its large teeth holding the ring. The music stops. The forest goes still. My skin prickles. The air feels heavy, and I wonder if we're in danger here.
"Just follow my lead." Rune instructs.
The door finally creaks open loudly and the animals of the forest seem to come back to life. The weight in the air is lifted, and I feel like I can breathe again. Ishaba
