Outside the hut, the hostile wind swept snow across the dreary landscape. Inside, Pascoe herself making a slight fire and began to roast chestnuts and mushrooms. Tensely, Pipkin unwrapped the one special item that his father had given him before he disappeared. It was a small fragile stone that had a mysterious, sea green glow. It excelled its green glow out of the creak in the brown, wooden door. Even Prue knew that was a bad sign for it meant that goblins were close by!