Perfikot entered the warehouse, she could feel that the temperature inside was still within an acceptable range, with the furnace burning.
However, it was obvious that the fuel inside was already insufficient. Opening the firebox revealed the flames were somewhat small, with only a single log and some burnt coal remnants barely sustaining combustion, warmth only felt upon close proximity.
The coal was piled in the corner, simply boarded up, with some firewood stacked next to it.
It was clear this was temporarily stored, intended to prevent the inability to obtain fuel due to snow accumulation.
But evidently, their reserves weren't sufficient. Judging from the black marks left on the walls, they've used up most of the stock.
"How many days can your fuel last?" Perfikot frowned, although the situation here was fairly optimistic, it was clear it wouldn't last long.
