After some inquiries, Cynn was directed to Bartlemay's house. It was a rundown-looking place; indeed, at first glance, it was hard to say what was holding the mound of boards and shingles up.
There was a single window, next to the front door. It was made of old glass that had seen better days, and it was difficult to see inside. A single candle was on the sill inside. No other details were visible.
There was no sound. It appeared that the front door was the only entrance to the home. What Cynn did next was up to him. There were a couple of people on the street, but none of them seemed interested at all in what Cynn was doing.