Finally, there were two other concerns. First, the front of the house was full of briars. If he was scaring these colts and fillies out of their fucking wits, he didn’t want them storming out the front door and getting caught in all the briars. It’d be funny, sure, but crying children could be a real fucking damper on some good mummery you got going on. To that effect, he made the third exit of the house an easy sell. It was also locked to prevent them entering it, but the side entrance should be easily accessible to Handy now that he knew a few of this house’s nooks and crannies. It led to a relatively clear path down the hillside into the town towards the market district where they should run into plenty of wary adults. He hid the door leading to the side exit with a tall full body mirror with another sheet drawn across it like a funerary shroud, just obviously enough of a blockaded door for even children to recognise. If everything went as planned that was.