Hellingsly Palisade

A run-down barn stands by the borderline of the territory, its heavy doors flung open. On the other side of it, a large pasture extends out over at least six acres. Barbed wire fences line the edges of the territory and the barn, and although they’re potentially hazardous, nothing will try to come through them. Since there once was a farm running here, an underground spring was channeled to a well that sits, dusty, near the far side of the barn. Deep into the other acres there is a small forest, and through the fencing you can see the remains of an old plow field.