Walking into the large over-run Palice, that hasn't been occupied in centuries. On the outside, it looks caved in, ruined, tampered with, mossy. Tho entering is different, it's well kept, lights are soft yet running, no dirt around.

you had came in here so you can peacefully eat your meal, so you do. You had been dragging a unconsious human from a campsite with you, setting it down and starting to enjoy your meal. Yet as you eat, you feel a presence making your cold pale skin stiffen slightly. I pause momentarily and glance around, seeing nothing, but a wing slightly sticking out from behind a wall as if what seems to be a angelic like creature hiding..