They arrived in Tyere earlier than Mira had said -- mid afternoon -- and before they’d realized they’d reached it. The thick patches of brush and vines grew dense, and the springy grassy ground grew tough and hollow sounding. A wooden walkway seemed to emerge as they continued, and the rotting sides of houses appeared from the overgrowth.
“You said there were spiders here,” Mira whispered, as they came upon a street less completely choked by the vegetation, enough to reveal the fronts of the houses along it.
“There... should be spiders,” Kveta said, trying to recall the campfire rumors.
Mira stopped in front of a door, the wooden frame cracked and almost twisted. “But, no webs,” she said, gesturing around them before trying the doorknob. When the door remained shut, she leveled her sword and pierced the gap between the door and the frame, where the lock held the door in place. She thrust, caving the contraption, leaving it locked but detached from the door, and opening the door. Mira stepped through.
Holding her breath, her rifle tight in her hands, Kveta followed Mira.
