[center][h3]??? — Ruined Inn(?)[/h3][/center]
In the midst of all their exchange of information, drenched in uncertainty, worry, and excitement in equal measure, one could be led to assume that all was well within the confines of the building. Untouched by the living and dead alike, this old building was in [i]marvelously[/i] good condition given the circumstances—a boon unto the stonemasons and carpenters who had built it so long ago.

But sturdiness and stability alone did not a sanctuary make. Though introductions and uncertain probing of the situation might have brought with it some faint sense of camraderie, the sound that seemed to be of the utmost concern seemed to be coming down from the ground level.

That shriek, it seemed, had done more than make the others who had found themselves within this odd building aware of the presence of others. Sound, after all, was indiscriminate, and it seemed like [i]others[/i] had been made aware that "something" was in this building that had not been there before. The steady thumping, beating like a steady drum, seemed to echo from outside the front entrance.

It was lucky, in a sense, that whatever awaited the group was attempting to use the door—a memory of ages past, perhaps—but soon that steady pounding found itself joined by another—this one, closer to the back entrance of the building.

Then another. And another still. 

The streets had been sparse when the newfound souls had poked their heads out, and were still so, but whether or not this would grow into something beyond what should be handled was a different matter altogether.

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