Oh man you struck a goldmine here Chris! Rich folks’ home? Check. Away from town? Double check! Shit security? ALL THE CHECKS!
The woodland was a perfect place to rest here, away from the hustle of the town, and any prying eyes, and all he had to do was walk through the gate. Easy as chips! For now however, with dusk looming over his head and darkness swiftly approaching, he decided to set up camp for now…Which really is just a blanket, his bag as a pillow, and some old rags to put between the branches and trees as some terrible shelter.
Really, I need t’be prepared more bloody often for these situations…
His blue wool hat tugged snugly over his head, he nestled himself beside a large tree as he poked at the wood of the small, young fire, embers floating around him slowly as a thin plume of smoke began to trail out. The piece of rabbit overhanging the fire drew out a faint, meaty stench with the smoke, sending it sailing through the air as he awaited for his meal to cook.