Findings

Erik and Rebecca moved through Lysa's storage building, their steps echoing in the space. Monumental structures lined the walls, filled with wooden crates that held an assortment of goods.

The air was chilly, filled with the distinct smell of preserving chemicals, especially near the cellars where Thaids' bodies were kept for later processing.

The two of them worked methodically, examining each area with a discerning eye.

They began in the main storage area, looking through crates and inspecting the contents. Erik's experienced fingers sifted through the packaging while Rebecca scrutinized the labels and documentation.

"No sign of forced entry on any of these crates," Erik noted, delight clear in his voice.

Rebecca shook her head, perplexed. "Nothing seems to miss either from here. Everything's accounted for."