"Which area are they in?" Wolfgang asks. While not exhaustively familiar with Baedal -- he's only been here about six months -- Wolfgang does tend to get around, particularly in the rougher areas like Griss Twist, Aspic and Badside, considering he works a lot of under-the-table, transient jobs.
Turns out he actually is pretty familiar with the part of Aspic they wind up in eventually -- the last of the trails they have to follow, of course. 'It's always the last place you look,' and all that.
"I've been here," he says as they're closing in on it. What's left of the setting sun is blocked by buildings to the west of them, making the street they're walking down darker than it would otherwise be at this hour. "There was an antique store here. It was out of my price range so I didn't go in, but --"
He stops up short in front of the building the golden footsteps lead to. "It looked different."
Because the windows of the store they're looking at now are empty. There is no sign. It's too dark to see inside it, but there's dust built up on the windows like they haven't been cleaned in years, and there is no hours of operation sign or, in fact, any other indication that anyone has been leasing this building in a long time. When he tries the door, it's unlocked. His eyebrows go up and he glances at her, feeling the hair on the back of his neck raise. Adam can't have bought that clock more than a few days ago.
All his senses are on high alert, but none so much as his mind. He has a psychic presence that he's not very good at containing when he's doing something with it, like now -- keeping his mind open for any sign of life that shouldn't be there, any feelings of danger or violence. A little forewarning is better than none at all, and if whatever they're chasing can feel that, it would have been able to sense him coming anyway. His aura's a little bit on fire.
Inside the shop, it's the same way -- empty displays still set up but mostly broken and covered in ancient dust and cobwebs, made more unusual by the fact that this store is not exactly out of the way. This is, in fact, a pretty well-populated street and the businesses around it seem to be doing fairly well for themselves. That this place could have sat here long enough to acquire years' worth of neglect without anyone having tried to lease it is... unlikely.
It is also way too dark to be looking for clues. The one good thing about his brand is that it's magicked to glow so it can't be hidden; it's not much trouble for him to enhance that and light up his entire left hand, making a kind of flashlight out of it and bathing the inside of the store in an eerie silver light.
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Turns out he actually is pretty familiar with the part of Aspic they wind up in eventually -- the last of the trails they have to follow, of course. 'It's always the last place you look,' and all that.
"I've been here," he says as they're closing in on it. What's left of the setting sun is blocked by buildings to the west of them, making the street they're walking down darker than it would otherwise be at this hour. "There was an antique store here. It was out of my price range so I didn't go in, but --"
He stops up short in front of the building the golden footsteps lead to. "It looked different."
Because the windows of the store they're looking at now are empty. There is no sign. It's too dark to see inside it, but there's dust built up on the windows like they haven't been cleaned in years, and there is no hours of operation sign or, in fact, any other indication that anyone has been leasing this building in a long time. When he tries the door, it's unlocked. His eyebrows go up and he glances at her, feeling the hair on the back of his neck raise. Adam can't have bought that clock more than a few days ago.
All his senses are on high alert, but none so much as his mind. He has a psychic presence that he's not very good at containing when he's doing something with it, like now -- keeping his mind open for any sign of life that shouldn't be there, any feelings of danger or violence. A little forewarning is better than none at all, and if whatever they're chasing can feel that, it would have been able to sense him coming anyway. His aura's a little bit on fire.
Inside the shop, it's the same way -- empty displays still set up but mostly broken and covered in ancient dust and cobwebs, made more unusual by the fact that this store is not exactly out of the way. This is, in fact, a pretty well-populated street and the businesses around it seem to be doing fairly well for themselves. That this place could have sat here long enough to acquire years' worth of neglect without anyone having tried to lease it is... unlikely.
It is also way too dark to be looking for clues. The one good thing about his brand is that it's magicked to glow so it can't be hidden; it's not much trouble for him to enhance that and light up his entire left hand, making a kind of flashlight out of it and bathing the inside of the store in an eerie silver light.