Wooden cabin once belonging to a morally ambiguous ex-policeman.

House

Isolated; far enough into the denser part of the woods to make it hard to find.

A couple of a days south of Sanctuary.

There are a lot thistle plants in the nearby area.

The key to the cabin is kept underneath a potted plant on the front porch. It's an open plan house; a breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the living area, the bedroom separated by a partition wall. Everything is animal furs and wood, antlers and guns. D was good at hunting. Furniture includes: A bed and mattress, a sofa facing the fireplace, a rustic rug on the floor in front of it, and a varnished cabinet in the alcove beside aforementioned fireplace. It is tucked quietly away in between densely packed trees, a rustic styled hut without a hint of femininity. The front porch has but a long bench and some old torn and incredibly muddy boots underneath it. Scattered around outside are several empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. After the scavengers ransack the place, the inside has draws left hanging open and empty, muddy footprints of at least three different grown men left all around, and a mess of paper and various other useless bits and bobs scattered over the floor. The furniture had been left as it was found, but D’s animal furs and guns were all taken. Behind the cabin remains a respectable grave, and a row of thistle flowers. Since the scavengers's attack the cabin now has the addition of dark blood scrapes around the porch and various bullet holes in the walls. Some of the windows are broken as well, but the area is clear of bodies thanks to the back door being left open when they fled allowing trolls to come in and take what they wanted.