"What do you think about this place?" Sylvester mused as he reached for the wooden knob and opened the door for Nathalie and the rest to see what was inside.
The creaking against the floor was light and not brazen enough like it wasn't much of a distraction. Although it wasn't the main focus as what greeted before her eyes even forgot to take a moment to breathe.
Her mouth went agape, and so did the rest of them.
With regards to the ceiling, which was about thrice her height, with nothing but wooden beams and cabinets hung on both corners of it. Roaming her gaze, she noticed several shelves with books, empty vials, and tools found needed for a witch to do what she needed for her preparation.
On the side found several cutleries lined up, either hanged or leaned to a stand, with piles of pots and cauldrons adjacent to it.
