Obscured within a massif was a cave dwelling. Ruinous and desolate grey stone walls invite the wanderer to ascend, shielding prying eyes from beyond. Moss green grass litter and bespoil the soil beneath one’s feet, dandelions brandishing within the gentle whistle of the meadow. Minuscule torrets ascend the dwelling skyward, the maroon and pallid summit felled from a beast unbeknownst. The dwindling golden disk descends the woeful clouds, a hue of dusk claiming the aether. It was a beauteous sight. “What was it that senile scholar once said?” Marcus inquired, basking the abandoned domicile with a grin. “A ravaged home is a home no longer.” He glanced upon Vey. “It’s ours for the night.” Vetyn cringed. “Just get on with it.” She shoved Marcus’ shoulder, and descended.