The guard nodded. “Alright. Just stay outta trouble. Open the gates!” The gates would open, allowing Jackson to leave the camp and go and follow the trail outside of the camp. You follow him with some difficulty; he’s fast thanks to being a dog, and only stops to occasionally sniff the air and follow the trail. You go quite a fair bits away from the trail before you end up at a strange looking cave structure. There’s a wooden door here, old but usable. There’s a makeshift lock keeping the door closed, in the form of rope in a tight knot. Jackson barks at the door.