Moss now grows across what was once a red painted wooden shed, standing in the area just outside the graveyard. The wood shed is splintering, and there is evidence that termites have eaten away at the walls as holes poke through the shed. Inside the shed there lies leaves and plants that have been dragged in their by the wild animals that at one point called the abandoned shed their home.
Abandoned workers shed, Graveyard
prisoner
dogs
I was part of a litter owned by a master craftsman. My pack protected his workshop. I was sold to a knight so I could defend his castle. I like warming my bones beside the fire.
Woof! What are you doing in this shed, human? Well I am a prisoner, nobody seems interested in hearing my side of the story. So for now I am stuck here. A prisoner? Maybe I should fetch my master, the knight?! I do not know if that will be of any use, none of the guards will listen to me anyway. Someone called me a thief, but that is hardly the case I have a family to feed after all. How can I trust you, human? Woof! I should not be talking to an escaped convict.  Now you just sound like everyone else I speak to, why would I possibly choose to do anything that would put my family's well being at risk. Woof! Stealing is wrong, not matter the circumstances! That's what I am saying....why would I do that...? These are desperate times. Perhaps you could no longer afford to feed your own family! No I certainly was just fine. I would not stoop so low. If you truly are innocent, perhaps you should come to my master and explain your situation.  I am shackled here, it would be a little hard for me to get out of this shed.