"We have found nothing till yet." Makun leaned against the bar, a drink in hand.
They were currently at a small bar of the town, Jail house saloon.
The Saloon was exactly what it sounded like, a cramped, crooked building that had once served as an annex to the old jail behind it. Iron bars still lined the windows but they were now rusted as for the walls were cracked and stained.
Danielle had led him here.
Her spirit eyes had caught something, and the detection orb at her hip had beeped twice, faint spiritual residue, somewhere close.
It was a tiny orb used used by the members of the MIO to detect spiritual residue.
Upon arrival, disappointment settled in her chest because the residue detected by the orb was related to the atmosphere of Jailhouse Saloon. It was rumoured to have housed practitioners who performed rituals while in jail.
So right now, they had nothing.
