The house stood tall with various overgrown plants and vines; having a medieval feel to it. There was a stone side walk which led up to a large wooden door. There was a small but visible crest in the center of the door. The house was aged, none could argue with that, and there was a certain tension in the air as if it had a history...
Catalina got to the door and it opened. Being that there was no one in the near surrounding areas it was apparent that she did not feel the need to lock the doors.
There was a long dark hallway in front as she entered and to her right was an old coat rack where she rested her cloak.
"You may place your cloaks here...."
She said it in a flippant tone as she continued to walk foward, seemingly ignoring her guests.
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