Sharing a surprised look, the pair let themselves in. The cottage was just as small inside as it looked outside. It consisted of a single room with a dirt floor. In the back, a wooden platform remained swept clean with a rolled-up bed and short table where one could kneel and eat. In the center of the room was a small fire pit with an iron pot set over it quietly bubbling away over the warm embers.
The walls were crowded with roughly made shelves laden with jars and bottles, wooden bowls and bundles of dried herbs, feathers of varying colors, even rocks of various sizes and shapes. Iron pots and pans were arranged in one small corner where there was also a counter for food preparation. Surprisingly, there was a small fridge as well, though Christina had no idea how it was running. She did
