The little garden at the back is overgrown, but suggests that it was once much loved. A herb patch, run wile, smells marvelous. Rotting veg near the back of the garden, leaning against the wall, add an altogether less pleasant smell.
There are no signs of entry or exit. The walls are topped with small metal spikes to deter intruders, and they seem to have done their job.
Later that day Jovik does what Jovik does best. He mingles in the poorer pubs, talking to guys, buying a few drinks, winning a few hands of cards (and losing a few too, to make sure he doesn't piss anyone off), and generally getting information out of people.
There is no Seven's Sawmill, but there is a Seven Oaks Sawmill. There are no other mills with numbers in the name at all. The Seven Oaks Sawmill is the most secluded of the little cluster of mills, but nobody speaks ill of it - there are no suspicions around it, no weird rumors.