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Uncaring of his concerns, Tracan brushed past anything Renault had said with a blunt, "Let's go." Holding back a flash of anger that briefly shone across his features, Renault followed wordlessly, yet with the silent wish that, should any of them be mauled, the Elf would be first. He knew those thoughts were sinful, even spiteful - but though he dedicated ten years of his life to virtue and chivalry, he could not deny his own humanity; the same humanity that took it all away from him. 

But Renault also believed that his thoughts were at least [i]partly[/i] justified. The Elf had acted consistently unfriendly since they first discovered her presence just a few hours ago. That being said, Renault couldn't exactly [i]blame[/i] a lack of courtesy given their shared circumstances. 

Returning his mind to the here-and-now, Renault took lead after crossing the threshold once Tracan stepped aside. His face scrunched in disgust at the sight that lay before him. To think it was possible for a burnt, abandoned homestead to look [i]worse[/i]. The rats had certainly proven their worth, there. 

The most evident sight was the large hole in the center of the floor, clearly chewed into by the bite marks and indents that marred the surrounding floorboards. "I think we found our nest..." Renault declared, voice carrying that sort-of thoughtful tone that made it unclear whether he was speaking to the others, or to himself. 

His eyes flickered to the stairs that led to a floor above, with the weighted uncertainty of what may awaited them. "So," he began, turning head to look at them all. "Up or down?"