The abandoned safehouse was exactly as advertised: abandoned.
Mara pulled the van into what had once been a garage, now mostly collapsed roof and vegetation reclaiming the structure. The main building wasn't much better, walls still standing, barely, windows long since shattered, everything covered in years of neglect.
"Home sweet home," Mara said dryly, killing the engine.
Getting Azryth inside was an ordeal. He could barely walk, and I wasn't much better, between us, we had maybe one functional person's worth of mobility.
Henrik and Mara ended up half-carrying us into what had been a living room. Someone had left old furniture behind, a couch that smelled like mildew and regret, some chairs that looked one strong wind away from collapse.
"I'll set up perimeter wards," Mara said. "Henrik, get them stabilized, we have maybe an hour before someone picks up our trail again."
She disappeared outside.
