⚔ @morteesigarette has crossed paths with 𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 ⚔
it was hours before the museum would open. so many crates carefully packed with soft material to cradle the precious cargo they contained. relics of the past, his past, a world so long ago but one he still remembers so well. how easy it was for him to decipher what was the genuine article from a well-made forgery. while lending his expertise was something he gladly did, there were ulterior motives. anything that could prove the existence of the swords, or of his past, had to be dealt with. he couldn’t just let that kind of information out to the public. clearly it was for their own good. his work was disrupted, however, by noises from close to the main lobby of the museum. summoning Flambert from the pocket dimension he kept it in, he slowly made his way to the lobby, clinging to the shadows like a lifeline. the scent of old, burnt tobacco burned his nostrils and he scrunched his nose in disgust. he knew the guards were on the other side of the building at this point in their patrol, he’d have to handle this himself. ❝ whoever you are, you need to leave. this place is closed. ❞
