When we find it, we definitely find it.

Folks didn't seem to question the fact that I don't know where my house is. I guess I'm ditzier looking than I thought!

We follow the directions up the road, but it's dark and this isn't like anywhere I'd ever been. There's constant noise in the forest that presses close to the road. It sounds like movement, animals or something. I'm not super use to the woods, let alone this one. If there are dwarves in the tavern then what's in the woods?

Jack must be able to read my mood. He puts an arm around my shoulder. I immediately cuddle in close. I've been drinking, and am pretty sure my boyfriend only exists on a totally different plane of reality. Also he smells really good!

Eventually we come around a sharp curve and there it is. Our "house" is a twisted old clock tower. It seems to be built around a tall gnarled tree. Either that or this tree has grown through it. It's too dark to tell.

Inside it's surprisingly homey. There's a fireplace, lots of skins and blankets. Thank god they have matches here. We light some candles and then set up the fireplace.