The caravan wasted no time getting to the cabin, with everyone donning their cloaks as the rain started to pour. There was indeed no place to put the mules, so Ferric covered the wagon with a tarp, as did Andras. Ferric also constructed a sort of tent for the mules to be under through he kept them leashed to the wagon, less they wander off and get into trouble. Shortfang was the first to reach the door and tried to go inside however the door was locked. “Doors locked!” He shouted.

However to his surprise there was noise on the other side. A small hatch opened, and an old woman’s voice spoke out. “Hello? Who’s there? You’d best not be goblins, or I’ll show you what for!”