He had no idea what he would find inside, but he clung to the hope that this could be a lead to Nesta's whereabouts. The door creaked open, and a weary-looking elderly woman greeted him with a cautious smile.
"Good evening, my lord. How can I help you?" she asked, eyeing him curiously.
Quinn's voice was gentle but urgent. "I'm looking for someone. A woman. She may have passed through here recently. Have you seen anyone matching that description?"
The woman shook her head, her face filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry, sir. We don't get many visitors around here, and I haven't seen anyone like that."
His heart sank, but Quinn didn't give up. He asked a few more questions, inquiring about any travelers or strangers who may have come through the area. The woman did her best to recall, but there seemed to be no trace of Nesta's presence in the village.
