C832 Old Swanson
Rohan handed out candies, one to each child, and they scampered off, their joy infectious.
The cave dwelling before Rohan was quiet, almost desolate, yet the various dried goods hanging at the entrance hinted at inhabitants within.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Rohan called out, standing at the threshold.
No reply came.
He knocked on the door, but silence persisted. Then, from the crossroads