A sense of weariness and urgency is often felt when entering this land. A sense of being unwelcome and as if you are intruding on some strange and untrodden land often overcomes one as they meander along through the broken and rough path. With the exception of creaking branches and the crackling of leaves, silence is the only thing heard. Standing tall and firm and casting a shadow of uncertainty and evil is the once white walled structure that was created by the Skin-pelts. It stands looming and threatening. It is what gives off the evilness that lurks here. Tall, thin, and unhealthy trees stand round about it, spourting leaves only here and there come Spring time. Thick, unnatural, steps lead upwards towards the flattened, cold, surface of the building where one can see; broken windows with shattered glass still lingering about. A broken, heavy, wooden door that is hanging on just by one hinge. Thick and twisting vines work their way upwards along the walls of the structure, twisting and turning until only a few walls remain untouched by their invasive and scratchy stem. Within this structure things of the past may be found, little items or trinkets left behind from the Skin-pelts. But tread carefully and keep your eyes peeled for anything can happen inside or around. Evilness always lurks in the shadows and comes out when it is least expected.