Renny stood outside of a small shack, rain hammering down on his unguarded head. The smell of cow shit and rotten wood filled his nostrils as he peered behind the broken down old shack. His eyes widened as they settled on countless of decomposed corpses of farm animals, cows, pigs, chickens and even some monsters.
"Come in", a familiar voice called out, the door creaking open.
The room was stuffy and the air stifling, a lone candle rested atop a fireplace that burned with the bones of deceased animals. To the right of the fireplace, a man, the familiar figure of King Edmund nestled on a small patch work armchair, rocking back and forth to the sound of creaking floorboards.
The king flicked his head at a small couch in the corner, signalling for Renny to sit. Renny sat, a puff of putrid air escaping from between the run down cushions.
He let out a cough, "My liege, what is this place?".
