Malk walked quickly back down a path made by deer. One of his hands held up the bag to keep it from braking, the other was keeping the brush from his face. It opened up into a small clearing. There was a hill in front of them. In the side of the hill was a square shaped hole held up by three boards and a door. Malk pushed the door open and once he was inside the closed the door with his food. The walls were made of dirt and held up by four wooden bars on each corner of the room, three bars held up the ceiling. In the back was several blankets which was meant to be a bed. Beside it was a few square holes in the wall. They held various objects. A pile of thread, sculptures of animals, arrows, herbs, pencils, parchment. On the other side of the room was his 'fireplace' which was just a hole in the ground surrounded by bricks. Malk sat the bag down on his bed.
"Well it sure doesn't look pretty but it keeps me and my stuff safe." he said.
