So I grabbed me pan - for protection, see. He must've eyed me, cause next I knew, there he was, coming my way.
Was standing at me window, peering at the goin's on. A man arrived, walked right in like 'twere his own. That is, till the night afore the battle. Me pan! It's always sat there, empty, this hut.
Use your Aard Sign on the hut's door to break it. An Old Woman near the Village of White Orchard is locked out of her Hut after having lent someone a Frying Pan
