Dr_B says:
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One Estate Agent to rule them all!
😂
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And in the mortgage BIND them!
"
Shall we have a spot of luncheon first?", he smiles sheepishly.
When you're ready, the agents lead you all down toward the docks and to a small building just one street off the water.
From the outside it is very unassuming. Aged and bordering on delapidated. Constructed of mason-worked stone with a poorly maintained roof, the building is about the size of a wagon-house, with a set of double doors on the front that are large enough for a wagon to be maneuvered into, but not horses. And indeed it looks like it may have been a wagon house at one time, attached to a larger building, as there are jagged remnants of masonry that indicate it used to have adjoining walls. However the adjacent buildings are clearly unassociated with it anymore as they are of a newer make and different materials, and much better kept.
There is a single window on the south/back side of the building adjacent to the backs of other buildings (somewhat sheltered from view though conceivably viewable from a ways off by anyone who passed by the long narrow alley and happened to glance down it), a single entry door on the east side in a narrow alley that passes between this and the adjacent building on that side (less sheltered from view but visible for a moment by anyone passing by who would happen to look down), and the wagon-doors on the north/front side which face the street. The window is coated on the inside with a film of grime that prevents it from giving any view of the interior. And both sets of doors are better maintained than the roof, the entry door with a keyed lock, and the wagon-doors padlocked.
"
Here it is!", exclaims one of agents, "
A real beauty, aye? Perhaps we leave you all to it, and we will keep an eye on the streets?"
It is mid-day right now, and there are people going about their business on the streets.