Jenny's Hut

You walk up to the small house. The occasional solid surface under your feet reveals to you that there is a stone walkway, partially overgrown by grass. A lot of the stones have partially sunken into the ground, making the journey across them quite treacherous. Many of the stones seem to be covered in some sort of raised arcane symbols. You find yourself in front of Jenny's Hut.
The cottage itself is surrounded by a mildly overgrown, pleasantly smelling garden with a variety of herbs and flowers that remain perfectly within the bounds of a rickety looking fence with a wrought iron gate. The gate reaches up to about your waist and is partially opened.
The entire hut is made out of wood, mottled green and white with moss and mildew and weathered by years of being exposed to the elements. The door appears to be older than the house and is made of incredibly hard, pitch black wood. On the ground next to the door sits a small, nearly empty bowl of milk. Above the bowl of milk, besides the door, hangs a small silver bell, allowing visitors to announce their presence. It gently sways in the wind, ringing ever so often.

Entries

There is a small, dirty window besides the door. A faint orange light is cast through it. Cobwebs and grime largely block your view but closer inspection reveals that large teeth, talons and swatches of scaled leather hung from strings just beyond the window of the hut.
Ring the silver bell and the door will open by an unseen force. Looking into the hut through the door opening does not reveal anything to you. The hallway - or, as far as you can see into it, at least, is completely concealed by clothes in various shades of brown, gray and faded red. Each cloth seems to be attached on the ceiling at the top and to the walls on the left or the right on another point.

Sensory & Appearance

Walking inside and pushing past the cloths brings you into the main room of the hut. Your senses are immediately assaulted by the smell of smoke, salt and incense. After a few moments those smells fade into the background and you start to recognize the familiar smell of wet earth, roses and strangely, the fresh smell of cold mountain air. Strangely, despite its small size and crowded interior, all sounds echo in this room.

Denizens

Jenny and Salem, her black cat.

Contents & Furnishings

The main and only room in the hut feels incredibly tight, but cozy. Each an every surface seems to be covered by cloth of items. The far walls are lined with crowded bookshelves. Several jars containing grotesque, yellow-green liquids and specimen alternate books on these shelves. Along one wall right of the door rests a table filled with glass vials, tubing, jars and bottles arranged in a complex construction. A blue liquid in a vial on the table froths quietly. Hanging on a wall hook rests a bright red, cowled cloak.
In the center of the room sits a wooden desk. Behind the desk is a young lady, seated on a stool. Opposite the desk of her are a set of large, padded red chairs. The woman has a large, golden crown encrusted with gemstones atop her head tilted to one side, partially taming her blond locks. She is wearing wine red robes that leave her shoulders exposed and a variety of golden jewelry including several necklaces, earrings, armbands and rings adorn her being. In her left hand she is balancing a large amethyst and collection of crystals and gemstones of varying sizes, colours and types cover the desk below her. A large black cat jumps onto the desk, stretching out languishingly.

Type

Hut

Parent Location

Carracosta

Owner

Jenny

Characters in Location

• Jenny
• Salem