Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-29994693-20190729235009

“We’re in the Night Alley, there are traps on every door.” Stitch deadpanned. He straightened up and walked into the room, first checking for any more traps hat Devaxion hadn’t triggered. He found none and made his way into the room.

The room was sparsely decorated with a lantern giving off a soft glow, a rickety table off to the side, a bookshelf on the wall, and a ratty rug in the middle.

“They were definitely here, that lantern is still lit.” He pointed out, going over to the bookshelf and running a paw-hand over the dusty spines of the books