[/html]His curiosity swirled, adrenalin slowly leaking into his system as he grew a bit more excited to see what was inside. The Drunken Tortoise sign swung above them as Silvano pushed the door until it gave way. The upside down turtle swayed even as they bother entered. He spoke to hold their breath, but Oak inhaled the dusty air anyways. He snuffled, but the smells told him more about the room then his eyes in the dim light. Oak moved through the room confidently, certain that they would not be surprised by anything popping out at them.
You think its time for a break? Oak asked Silvano as he examined the tables and stools that were littered along the old beaten floor. He picked up on of the few intact stood by a rung and stood it upright beside the worn bar. The russet hued male could not help his wagging tail, the thought of what they might find and for the first time in his life actually try.
Once the stool was rested he continued to move around the room, peeking into the back doorway and finding nothing of great interest in the dim backroom that had likely once held a small kitchen, dishwasher and merry barwench.
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