[ the back of the workshop is a mess of old things. old enough that there's dust to leave footprints in - and there's not many of evan's there. there's mostly tools, too old and rusted to use, or hunting supplies rotting away. several taxidermied animals, moth-eaten and falling apart.
but also hints of the life that came before this place. it's storage for old, useless things from a world outside the fog. all the things the macmillans had no use for over the years, as the money piled up but the need for it faltered. old stacks of paperwork. accounting ledgers. diaries, moldered into unreadability.
paintings, stacked up in one corner, so dusty it's not clear who they're of.
and evan himself stalks back into the darkness of the forest, immediately knowing something's wrong but not being totally clear on what. someone was here - but are they still? he follows the sprung traps to the mine, and then realizes he's not alone.
he doesn't rush in or charge, though. he's not in a good mood - rarely is, after trials of getting smashed over the skull by pallets and stabbed with whatever the maggots could get their hands on - but he keeps calm enough as he makes his way into the mine, to stop in the claustrophobic hall and ... wait. ]
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but also hints of the life that came before this place. it's storage for old, useless things from a world outside the fog. all the things the macmillans had no use for over the years, as the money piled up but the need for it faltered. old stacks of paperwork. accounting ledgers. diaries, moldered into unreadability.
paintings, stacked up in one corner, so dusty it's not clear who they're of.
and evan himself stalks back into the darkness of the forest, immediately knowing something's wrong but not being totally clear on what. someone was here - but are they still? he follows the sprung traps to the mine, and then realizes he's not alone.
he doesn't rush in or charge, though. he's not in a good mood - rarely is, after trials of getting smashed over the skull by pallets and stabbed with whatever the maggots could get their hands on - but he keeps calm enough as he makes his way into the mine, to stop in the claustrophobic hall and ... wait. ]