>>160323 "I would have preferred somegriffin who understood my family's peculiar appreciation for art. No matter. Just understand that there are some of us who live in a world of sight and touch. What I am trying to move are things I would rather the police, and especially the Imperials never see. It may seem distasteful to many of the naïve and the common folk. But to us, it is simply an expression of art."
>>160326 He tries to withhold judgement at that admission.
"Very well. Come with me."
He starts off through the door of the room into the hallway, down another hallway, and to a simple looking wooden door, innocuously placed near the end of the hallway, just beside a door that forms a secondary interest to a larger study. Helm and Amber are not alone in this, as Mason has joined them. Helm takes a key, and unlocks the door, opening it, and going down.
"Is this from.... work?" She asks, tilting her head, and flopping an ear.
"Or from nights at the bar..."
>>160328 He opens the door, revealing only blackness. "Forgive me. Electric lighting has not been installed down here." On the inside, next to the door, he picks up a lantern. With a ighter he produces from his vest, he lights the latern, and holds it up, walking down. The stairs are stone, and it's a straightforward walk down.
"Careful." When he walks all the way down to the bottom, he takes his lighter, and lights a lantern than he hangs on a column. In the dim and flaring light of the cellar, Amber can see that the ancient stone construct, with its leaks and cobwebs, is a fairly normal wine cellar. Impressive even, with big racks of wine that must surely have come from every corner of the Empire and beyond. Helm looks up at the two.
>>160330 A chill goes through Amber, perhaps because of the temperature and the sensitivity of old age, perhaps because of the ambience. Glancing at the wine racks, which must have cost an exorbitant amount of money given the quantity and Helm's penchant for taste, Amber follows on.
>>160334 “I was wondering where you would encounter Changelings.”
>>160332 Helm picks up another lantern, and lights it. He starts to walk around.
“Come on. This way.” There is an arch, leading to another section of the cellar. Within is a large set of shelves, with many strange objects on them. Headdress. Ornamental Dolls. A large cowbell. Innumerable flasks and vials. Armor. An entire walk of weapons. Otto at least, these are the things hunted at when the flickering red light of the Griffin’s lanterns reach them.
>>160349 "Heheh" She tilts her head down, but looks her eyes up to Dark Star.
"You want to wake her to give her a waffle?" She asks
>>160348 And... the shelf is pushed out of the way. Must be a pretty smooth floor. Very convenient. Anyways,
This reveals another door made of wood and braced with iron. Helm fumbles around with a key, but then opens it.
Opening the door, the griffins enter into a rectangular room which has several strange figures of creatures. There seems to be a skeleton of a small dragon, albeit a very strange looking dragon. There is an entire shelf of very, very old books bound with leather.
What stands out the most is this jet black stone statue of a creature that most resembles a very large hound, with a slim form, muscles, claws with long, pointed nails, and bone protrusions. But this is no hound. The elongated, pointed muzzle makes the creature look more like a bat than a hound, an intuition confirmed by the presence of large, webbed wings on the back. The whole statue is made with an utter commitment to realism, with every minor blood vessel and muscle represented. The sculpture must surely have had a very detailed vision, and an equal or greater ability to extract that representation out of stone.