Amber's head poked out from behind Gawain's arm. She blinked and stared intently at the scene inside the small cabin, her gaze eventually falling on the pillar situated in the center, on those seemingly ordinary pinkish-white flowers.
"...Is this really the place where Fyrna and Lelena once lived... I'm talking about the 'real' Elven Twins..." She turned to look at Gawain, speaking with a tone of slight uncertainty.
"The clues point to this answer," Gawain said softly, stepping into the small cabin. For his tall and broad figure, the cabin was somewhat low and narrow, but in such a cramped room, he could still sense that it was once a warm residence—whether it was the meticulously crafted household utensils or the dried bouquet in the corner with only some blackened remnants left on the table, it all seemed to create an image in his mind of someone once living here.
