๐ฐโ๐ฆโ๐ฟโ ๐งโ๐ทโ๐ชโ๐ฐโ๐ฐโ๐ชโ๐ทโ (brekkbybrekk) wrote in stromaisleic,
"I'm fine." Kaz did actually appreciate Nina's concern, but he would never say it. He was still standing and as long as that was the case, he could keep going. He was far too stubborn to quit even if every fiber of his being was telling him to turn around and run.
Kaz glanced over his shoulder. "Obviously." In fact, the second floor was far worse. Between the glaring ghost and insults, Kaz would honestly take the haunting moans all over again. Still, they couldn't give up and Kaz wanted to see what he could find in the room they now approached.
Kaz nudged open the door and stepped inside. "I doubt you'd have to worry about a snarling ghost in the Fold." But he understood what she meant. The environment was hostile and dangerous. Kaz knew they were risking their lives by being here.
He made his way over to the desk and immediately noted to ink bottles and parchment along with the dusty old picture of a young woman. "Look, Nina. This appears to be the exact same parchment used for those notes we received." Finally, Kaz felt as if he was on to something. A solid lead. Quickly, he started searching the drawers of the desk for anything else he could find.