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[center][h2][color=8dc73f]Fran[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][h3]Nieve — Magic Shop[/h3][/center]

Upon entering the shop, the group would find the storefront to be practically spotless, as if the entire area had been recently cleaned of any mess. While that might've not been suspicious, the various tables was their first clue things not being what they seem. Not only were they not displaying the goods and products this shop had, they were also damaged and dented slightly. And if that wasn't enough for Fran and the others to remain on guard, then the wide-open door to the basement did. All of this and still no sign of the shopkeeper.

[color=8dc73f]"Ah."[/color], muttered Fran, sparing a glance to her companions before walking forward and descending down into the basement. Upon arriving, the berserker would find the first instance of something going majorly wrong. The room was an absolute mess. Shattered glass, broken wooden beams and various debris littered most of the floor. Yet, from the Servant could observe, there seemed to be a partly cleared trail heading toward the back of the room...

[i]As if something or someone powered through the mess.[/i]

[color=8dc73f]"Hmmm..."[/color]

Fran's unseen eyes narrowed, her grip on her mace tightened as she continued forward, following the trail.