Ashwood, this little part of east Haven is quite old. Barely touched at that since it's beginning. It's as if the world turned a blind eye. The barn here is rather ragged but still holds up well for a hundred and five year old building. It's a nice place to escape just watch for mice and the few angry rats. The grass here always seems to be green and in fall it turns a rich yellowish gold, the barn is a place of wonder. It's a familiar hang out for shifters to look for an easy hunt among deer or the like.
