There was obvious signs that someone had frequented the old inn, even if it looked like it had been awhile since their last visit. Silver had ransacked the office for paper and anything that he could write with, using one of the rooms as an investigation hub. Notes and photos were pinned to the wall with string connecting the pegs, as well as a sort of map of the old multiverse highway.
Another room had a bunch of toys in it, with colorful drawings marked on the walls. Only all of the paintings were close to the floor, as if they were done by children.
The kitchen was well sorted with all sorts of pans and cooking stuff. Coolers and plates, tea kettle and mugs along with camping gear that was clearly brought from somewhere else were neatly arranged.
The psychic hog had made it before the storm surge had hit so finding edible critters in the tide pools was a doable task, though having to keep his telekinesis up constantly against the storm was a struggle. He kept getting pelted with sand and salt water, the wind making a mess of his quills.
Quickly he grabbed the first edible fish he came acrossed, which was a school of small red fish that had been trapped at low tide and a flounder. It would have to do for now.
Arriving back with fish in tow, he paused at the door. He couldn't remember how long he had been gone or even if Siren would be there, but he hoped they were.
" I'm back." He called out into the lobby, closing the door behind him.