Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20170331224843/@comment-4681758-20170809032503

The lines of the hallway were bare as Ranna walked down, only occasionally broken by trophies on pillars; a gun in a glass case, a stone tablet with seemingly undecipherable glyphs, an old map of the city, and a golden idol of a bat encrusted with jewels. As she continued down, a whirring sound permeated the halls, leading her to the basement, where Ciarán was tinkering with his motorcycle, and a large fruit bat occasionally flying by to drop him tools and parts. The room was as sparsely decorated as the hallway, the only defining feature other than the tools everywhere was a single picture frame with a young Faunus couple.

"Damn... Alright, I'll head over and tell Wolfe.  When do we have to leave?"