Barbara stepped cautiously through the street. She looked back and forth to see if anyone was following her. The houses loomed before her, decayed and yellowed. Weather-beaten walls and windows. She had followed Kaisar's man here and waited for him to depart. She did not know if men were watching the house or not. She stepped closer, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
As she slipped through the door, she noted the disarray of the surroundings and the sour smell emitting from it. Something was foreboding about the place, but she pressed on, driven by an instinct that she couldn't quite name.
