Chapter: 1 | Chapter: 2 | Chapter: 3 | Chapter: 4 | Chapter: 5 | Chapter: 6 | Chapter: 7 Edgar and I ran for a good while before stopping in front of an old oak tree, like every other pine and oak we passed earlier, well, at first glance. "There it is," Edgar said with awe. "The place is a tree?" I asked, confused. "No!" Edgar guffawed. "Just look a little down." My gaze fell down on a trap door that was nigh indistinguishable from the ground except for a small lock and a few hinges on the side. Edgar then knocked thrice on the door and recited, " Scroungers we be, looking for refuge." "Yes."