Ulon and Iodel, on the northern edge of the town, approached a small, decrepit building that seemed unremarkable from the outside a couple of minutes before Harrison contacted them. The air around it felt heavy as if it bore witness to countless untold stories. They exchanged glances and nodded, prepared for whatever they might find inside.
"This place gives me the creeps," Iodel muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Stay alert," Ulon replied, pushing open the door.
The interior was dimly lit, with shadows dancing across the walls. They moved cautiously, their senses heightened. In one corner of the room, they found a table cluttered with various objects—a mix of mundane items and strange artifacts. Among them was a journal, its pages filled with notes in a language they couldn't immediately decipher.
"Look at this," Iodel said, holding up the journal.
