A lot of the other buildings were either bordered off or clearly uninhabited and so, he chose to see what was going on in the small flat.
The flat was near the centre of the most recent location that was given, a few weeks prior to him seeing it, and so he decided to see what was happening inside.
The air within was thick and polluted, with the slight stench of cigarettes, sweat, and dampened walling.
The graffiti continued on the inside of the building -something that didn't startle Brandyn at all- and the receptionist beside the prison-like window was behind a cracked pane of glass.
"Welcome to the Casteguna Inn! What can I do for you?" She asked politely.
She had dirty blonde hair tied up in a bun with glasses and she looked to be in her thirties. She was much shorter than Brandyn and had captivating tattoos running down her right arm, that had vibrant, enthralling colouring.
