Handy gently pushed open the door to the shack, the flimsy wood was held together by lengths of rusted iron wire and ancient, worn tweed. It was a humble affair, to say the least. The walls were lined with lengths of wood and small placards of smoothed, flat stones. Upon these plaques were hung the skeletons of several species of fish and certain subterranean plants, mostly different varieties of mushrooms. The sight reminded Handy a little of those glass framed butterflies collectors would put together, except writ large and slightly more morbid. 