In the densest of the woods, by a running small waterfall and rocky creek, a wooden door, overgrown in vines and other foliage from age, laid over the earth. So much was it burdened with plant-life and natural debris not even an eagle could see the door right away. Beneath the old door were a set of cobblestone stairs, dimly lit by ever burning torches, leading into an underground square of a room, walled in with stone. The room was about 30 by 30 feet in the shape of a perfect square, undergrowth such as large roots and vines grew around the ceiling and corners where patches of dirt were still available among cobblestone bricks. A wooden table with a few chairs sat in the center of the room. A fire place, with embers of once a roaring inferno still remnant over ash and charred wood stood in the center of the left wall, while a small collection of books on a small wooden shelf was parallel to the fire place. The room had a golden chandelier with unlit candles at the cieling, and a few more torches were low on the walls around the room, providing some, but little lighting.  In the far right corner was a wooden door that lead to a pit filled with burnt remains of humans and witches alike, their skeletons charred and brittle. next to that door was a small hallway harboring cells of crudely smelted iron bars on both sides, though the cells were empty with cobwebs and loose chains. 
A third wooden door next to that revealed a bedroom, with a master bed, a rug, a nightstand, and a few other items of interest lingering about, including what seems to be a poorly made wooden staff leaning in the corner. In the bed, rose a tall figure with unkept brown hair and a face that shows he hasn't shaved in a while. 

	Yawning as I got out of bed, I would roll onto the rug before standing upright. I'd dust off my robes as I exited my room, looking briefly at the lobby room before pressing my hand on a section of a nearby wall, which revealed a false brick that when pressed, opened a hidden door of stone, revealing another massive room. Though this room was filled with treasures and valuables of all kinds and ages. Ancient golden coins, well preserved jewels, artifacts from long dead civilizations, antiquated weaponry, and even royal clothing from ages long past. Precious metals filled the floor of the hidden room like a ball bit in a playground. I would leap into the mass of treasure, as if it were a pool, lumbering over and under my hoard. A large smile was across my face as I rolled about over my collection.