The dimly lit room felt cold and unwelcoming. Narrow windows set high in thick stone walls allowed faint streams of daylight to filter in, casting soft beams across the bare floor. The heavy wooden door creaked on its hinges, groaning as it attempted to close.
At a single glance, Gray noticed several small footmarks on the bare, cold floor. Whoever had tried to break in didn't seem to care about being found out.
"Robbery?" Gray muttered under his breath as he carefully scanned the room, his movements methodical and deliberate.
Most of the spacious room was empty, with spare and simple-looking furniture. In the center was a rectangular table, scarred from years of use, surrounded by simple benches or high-backed wooden chairs with intricate carvings. A few shelves held pottery, pewter dishes, and wooden bowls, while iron candlesticks provided additional light during the evening hours.
