Evangeline took a tentative step into the house, they had been standing outside until they both realized it was better to take the risk than to die of thirst without even trying.
The place was eerily silent, the kind of silence that made her instincts prickle with warning. Dust floated in the rays of sun light that streamed through the cracked windows and settled on the worn wooden floors. The scent of old wood and something faintly metallic lingered in the air.
At first glance, it looked abandoned.
But in closer inspection, there were footprints in the dust, and the chairs looked clean enough and most things looked worn from usage.
She took another slow step forward with Sereia trailing right behind her. The room entered was rather spacious, with a few rickety tables and chairs scattered around.
There was a long, empty bar at the back, its counter stained with age. A burnt out candle was plastered on it.
