Before parting ways, Evera warned Honor that if she entered Sinistral City at that hour she was sure to be picked up by the Sinistral City Authorities. The ten o’clock curfew had long since passed. Evera led Honor to a long deserted Midling looking post carved out of the trunk of a wide ancient oak. The hinged door was covered in old bark and covered over again with vines. The lock only engaged from the inside. A twin size mattress covered the entire floor made of soil and the ragged remains of the carved out roots. There were a couple of threadbare blankets wrapped in an old plastic bag and they seemed clean. There was also an oil lamp fashioned from an old coffee can and salvaged glass that hung from a metal stake hammered into the wall. A peephole had been carved out in the trunk, which provided a view of the road.