Re: Sole Survivor (Grave)
Finding ink for the map within the hut, there was little else of interest. While there was a bed, it seemed to be meant for an animal, as any human in his right mind would rather lay on the ground alone, rather than a bed of straw.
Leaving the hut, and heading to the largest building he'd seen before, which looked to be the Inn. Inside, it did look quite inviting, except for the fact that it had a few knocked over tables, as well as cum stains on the counter, the floor, and even some of the tables. No doubt where a great many people were raped. No blood stains were in this building, only the wet spots here and there, even while it seemed violence occurred...
Going behind the counter in search of supplies, Grave found a great deal of what he needed in the back of the room. Rope, a cooked mutton of meat, which should last for some time before going bad, as well as other fruits in large baskets and piles on the counter. And a little more searching deeper into the Inn, in one of the rooms to be exact, revealed a traveler's pack, which men and women on the road would use either on the back of a donkey, or on their own backs. It was light, and empty, and didn't look to have been used in a while.
And after searching a few rooms, and finding a very odd bedsheet made out of some kind of rare silk Cynder had never seen before, in one of the nearby rooms, the door to which, was slightly cracked open, he heard what sounded like sobbing, a little girl crying. While it wasn't out of control, and was relatively quiet, the sounds of sniffling was just loud enough for Grave's ears to hear...
