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James began the short walk down to the first cabin. It was constructed of long wood boards with a brick chimney. This would be their home from now on. James tested the door, first by pushing it to see if it would give in, then by turning the knob to check if it was locked. The rain worn boards creaked when pushed but did not give until  opened in the proper manner: the catch was unlocked or rusted to the point of the uselessness. 
	
Inside hadn't seemed to fair much better than the outside. The wood flooring and walls were covered in dust  and stay plants grew where the sun could reach. The broken windows weren't a good sign either, The pack would need to be careful of any bits of glass let lying around. Aside from the filth and wreckage the cabin was perfect. It had a main room that flowed into the kitchen, tow bedrooms and a bathroom. It was doubtful that the water would work, but the possibility of fixing it later was still there, in any case there was a steam not to far away. Both bedrooms were equip with a bed and a chest. One was full of blankets, moth eaten but useful none the less. Last but not least was the stone fireplace. Ashes still rest at the bottom and an iron pot hung over where a fire could be. By the way the house was built heat from the fireplace could flow throughout the house. This cabin would likely be Ambrosia and his. 

The other cabins were similarly built each with their own problems. In total their were seven cabins, five with fire places, plenty of room to fit his pack of eleven.

In the sixth cabin he noticed something on the window frame, a golden thing underneath the layer of dust and snow. With a sweeping motion James made to dust off the debris and uncover the object, midway through the motion a sharp object cut into his hand. From the clear windowsill protruded a nail, three inches long and sticking up out of the wood, now it had blood on and around it. James checked his hand, just in case, but it had already begun healing shut, now only a feint red line.

Leaving the house he looked toward the seventh, and last house. It was farthest away from the first home and more run down looking then the past six. Deciding to leave it for later James went back to help unpack all the belongings or whatever needed getting done.