The shed, or bazaar, as Ravenrock called the small building located behind the cottage, looked like something out of a fairy tale by the Grimm Brothers. Thick moss of a variety of colors hung over the A-shaped stone roof, dripping off its sides. The two windows on either side of the tiny, n-shaped door were blocked by smears of heavy mud, preventing any view from outside. Two cobblestone steps drew us up to the door, he pulled on the boarded structure, and we entered, inside.
“Such a sight,” I whispered to him, looking around that small area. Wooden shelves of various sizes and shapes housed an abundance of medicinal goods, soaps, candles, and oils. Powders, roots, and grains were stored in glass vials, all of which were housed on the shelves. There were bunches of crumpled and dried leav
