Moriarty, on horseback, galloped down an empty path in an abandoned town.
Another horse followed behind him, Ambrose on the horseback, gazing at the desolate surroundings with a sense of foreboding.
After finding a place for their horses, they unmounted and began exploring the eerie town, their footsteps echoing through the silence.
Moriarty walked along the porch of a tavern that looked as though it hadn't seen a customer in years.
It had a faded sign swinging in the wind, the paint peeling and barely legible. Inside, the air was heavy with dust and the faint smell of stale alcohol.
"So, what is this place?" Ambrose asked while surveying the empty tables and cobweb-covered corners.
"I spent a day in Hightown surveying the surroundings for any good grinding spots." Moriarty said. "This place had been abandoned for a few decades, and apparently it houses malicious ghosts."
