A cold and wet fog settled upon us.

The iron gate screeched piercingly.

We felt the hard rocky earth under our bare feet.

A foul and rotten air drifted by.

A quiet breeze brushed past us.

A dim yellow light shone down from the bedroom window.

A burst of thunderous laughter echoed in the wind.

We tip toed silently into a dark smoky dining hall.

As I peeked into the kitchen, a pungent aroma of bubbling hot, poisonous, green potion touched the tip of my tongue.