The cabin looked to be a modest hunter's lodge of some kind, judging by the trophies strung up upon the wall.  The horns and heads of various local beasts were mounted with care; a werebear, a few wolves, some unlucky stags.  A dark, soot-stained iron stove sat in the far corner from what Ziah could make out.  The window itself was dusty, however; whoever inhabited this place hadn't bothered to clean the windows in quite some time.<br/><br/>While Ziah placed the girl on the ground near the doorway, the young thing still shivering a little either from the approaching night chill or the fact that she hadn't been wearing anything for the last few hours.  The door was adorned with a large, imposing-looking padlock.  It seemed that even if the place was not occupied for the pre-hunting season, the owner was careful to keep the place locked up.  Unless there was a way to foil the lock itself, it didn't seem likely that a front door entry would be an option....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>