-- Home of Adam Hood --
Out on the grounds next to the fringe of the forbidden forest lies the small stone cottage now referred to as Hood's Hut. One can sometimes find Hood there when he's not out keeping the grounds or hunting with Lucy in the woods.
As you walk up the cobbled path to Hood's Hut the large weathered oak door is before you. An iron knocker is set at just eye level for someone that is about six feet tall. You reach up and knock on the door.
"Who is it?" comes Hood's farmiliar dusky voice from within.
You say your name.
"Be right there," you hear in response
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As you enter the hut your olfactory senses are overwhelmed by the scent of dirt, leather, and perhaps a faint but peculiar smell from the hide curing next to the firplace. The space is dark and is lit partially by the windows set into the rocks walls. You see that there are hunting devices hung from the ceiling. As your eyes adjust to the light you can make out more of the furniture positioned around the room. There is a large leather chair next to the fire and many bookcases lining the walls. In each are more exquisitely colored leather books than one would imagine a groundskeeper to own. You notice that Hood must have been reading just before you arrived, for a beautiful cerulean blue bound book with the phases of the moon embossed along the length of the spine is still lying in the chair open to where he left off. A small primitive cot laid with furs is located in the adjoining room as well as an old trunk set at the foot of the bed. You can just make out the blue aura of a protetive spell around the trunk and wonder what might be inside it that would be precious to the ranger groundskeeper. The large oak table in center of the room takes up most of the space on the floor and is lit by a giant iron chandelier with about forty or so candles flickering in the dark. Presently the table is scattered with hundreds of sheets of parchment and old yellowing maps that look to be centuries old. Also on the table is the bow of black locust intricately carved with knots and grooves in an impressive design. Lucy, Hood's majestic falcon, is perched on the mantlepiece, dreaming and sleeping.
"Would you like some tea or coffee," Hood asks from over next to the fire.
He pours you some in a wooden cup and then pours himself some mead in a deep steel tankard. He buries himself in his dark hood and the pint of mead for a few minutes and then asks,
"So, what can I do for you?"
