Post by quima on Feb 2, 2016 9:11:12 GMT
Before moving, Jake had purchased both a small art gallery in a good place downtown and a mansion with moderately extensive grounds on the outskirts. In spite of the size of the grounds being quite large, only the front lawn was kept in any sort of presentable condition. The back was a maze of wild flora and fauna where you could easily get lost if you didn't know your way. In the middle however, if you found your way there, was a small wigwam Jake had constructed. He had never felt wholly comfortable in the white man's world but one must pretend, so the wigwam was intended as his hideaway, filled with traditional weapons and tools, with Ohanzee's gifts holding a special, if not ritualistic place.
The mansion however was well kept with a single housekeeper and all the comforts one might expect in a well-to-do modern suburb.
The mansion however was well kept with a single housekeeper and all the comforts one might expect in a well-to-do modern suburb.
