1. The Entrance
[w] cobble stone path (smell of wet dog) to 2.
[e] tight squeeze, dark and over grown with unmanaged trees (smell of roasting meat) to 3.
[n] large weathered doors with brass nobs (locked) to 4.
[n] foggy window (figure moving inside against a light) to 6.
[n] boarded up window (dark inside) to 5. [s] Iron gate to 0.
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In reply to The Conductor (msg # 1):

With a gasp Zikko points north toward the foggy window. "Undocumented looters!" He sets off, stopping a few paces ahead to insure others are in follow.

"Now, just to be clear, we're documented looters, right?" is Smoot's response as he strides after Zikko.

"This is such a bad idea..."

Bartholomew makes his way after the two, hands extended in front of him to try to stop himself from bumping into anything within the fog.

The assistant looks to Warfhand.

"Which way should we go, Boss?"

Sparky ties Matilda's lead line to a nearby tree, looks at her intently, and gives a command. "Stay".  The cow dramatically rolls her crossed eyes and begins munching on a blade of grass.  Satisfied, Sparky straightens his wig and strides up to the foggy window with more bravado than he feels. He wipes the glass hoping to get a better look at the figure inside. He glances back at the others with a shrug and then raps sharply on the glass. "Oi! You there! You're going to have to go. These premises are off-limits except to us, the authorized looters."  He gives a satisfied nod. "Let's see what they say to that! Gave them a solid drubbing, eh?"

The window is warm to the touch and wet from condensation.

For only a moment Sparky sees what appear to be a pair of eyes the size of dinner plates staring back at him through the steam before they vanish.