Witch's Hut (Magnus)

As he pushed himself through the muck, the hyena forced himself ahead for safety. Magnus didn't complain of course, allowing the crocuta to push ahead in the face of danger. With the knife secured tightly in his jaws, his eyes flicked around watching for anything that might have moved. Before long, a hut appeared before him and they both stopped with their eyes on the dilapidated construction. With another quick glance between them, Magnus offered the hyena a nod and set off ahead of them and through the eerie doorway.

The place was a mess, covered in dust and other things, yet a few things seemed recently placed. Covered in little to no dust, his eyes scanned the meat, gourd, and vile. The hyena, pressing into his side now, grunted softly to get his attention and motioned towards the satchel. With one last precautionary glance around the hut, Magnus reached for the bag before taking a few slow steps inside the cottage.

While the meat smelled good, it seemed suspicious. Who would leave a pile of fresh meat? It probably meant someone was close, too. After a bit of further investigation, the gourd with paint seemed a bit messy and although he was tempted to take it, the vile of mysterious liquid caught his attention a bit more. Magnus wasn't one to steal, but snatching the vile seemed like a good idea and quickly he placed the vile into the bag before retracing his steps back towards the exit as quickly as he could before whoever put these here returned.