[Jevan perspective]
I was watching the orange haired boy dragging little Jevan behind him, while Valeric was exchanging words with that scary woman at the entrance. I still have no idea why little Jevan keeps trying to run away. These people don't seem that bad so far, and the place looks far better than that abandoned house. But I don't think I can understand the way he thinks.
We stopped in front of one of the rooms in the hallway. The orange haired boy pushed the door and went inside, and little Jevan and I followed him. It was a small room. Directly in front of us there were two bunk beds. On one of them two kids were asleep, and the other was empty. Beside the bed was a small wooden desk with a candle scattering a bit of light across the walls.
On the desk sat a boy about nine years old. His skin was extremely pale, like a corpse. His black hair fell over his eyes almost completely hiding them.
