When the doors opened up to the abandoned city, both Ester and Tal's jaws dropped. Inquisitive eyes darted around as the four of them entered through the door. The city was lit up by veil fire that flickered softly all around. It gave the city a pale green tint, though parts were tinted by the blue and red glow that came from the center.<br/><br/>Ester closed her palm as the flame was extinguished and headed over to one of the first houses on the right, looking through one of the open windows on the inside. It had a fireplace, two twin beds and a dressing table. All perfectly placed as if by magic. It made Ester's brows furrow. She moved to the doorway, pushing open the heavy stone door. The bed looked inviting to the tired elf, but something didn't quite feel right. She looked over her shoulder at the others.<br/><br/>Tal had moved over to the lake, kneeling down beside it and dipping his hand in. The water was cold, but a comfortable, soothing cold as opposed to freezing. He cupped his hands in the water before splashing it over his face. He sighed, a long, relaxed sigh. He needed that.<br/><br/>"You don't think... this is another illusion?" Ester asked the others, deciding to voice her question. She couldn't feel the fade like she did before at the old mans house, but that didn't make her any less suspicious. If the others felt safe in the town, she'd suggest setting up camp for the night before pressing on with their mission.<br/><br/>"It doesn't feel like one." Tal replied, wiping his arm across his forehead to dry the moisture on his forehead. "But what do I know? I'm just a mercenary, right?" He smiled, knowing he wasn't really qualified to be able to tell when magic was present. He just liked hitting things.