Familiar terrain came into view. Jorick passed through the town, following the river, then continued on for twenty minutes. In the distance he could see the tiny silhouette of the brick house. Small, with only five rooms, it boasted a large glass window in the front parlor. Velnya had insisted on it, saying it was to keep up appearances to their mortal neighbors. Though she hadn't spoken the rest aloud, Jorick knew it was because the window meant civilization to her, a sign of refinement, of the kind of house she was used to. And how could he begrudge her that? He had, however, refused to allow a window in their bedroom.
Not having to cover dangerous windows is the main reason to build your own den.
Behind the cheerful brick home was a chicken coop, a little barn that housed the horses,
