Mairwen was beginning to think this little expedition has been a bad idea. She blamed her voracious curiosity for all things magical and occult. Curiosity killed the cat...The thought made her smile a bit as she threaded her way carefully up the ruined steps of Lya Pointa Cathedral. Her human form was so much less swift and graceful, but had the advantage of opposable thumbs. The place was ominous and terrifying to her. Terrifying, not because of the darkness and evil that exuded from the place, but because something in her responded to that darkness and evil.
You know who got buried in the catacombs of great big cathedrals? Rich dead people. And you know how they buried rich dead people? With lots of shiny gold and money. It was like a great big playground for the morally flexible and for Leander, it was playtime. Of course this whole conjecture was something he had made up on the spot, but he figured he had a good chance of being right and scoring some shinies, and, if not, no harm, no foul. He sifted through the rubble near the door and found a candlestick. Real gold? He scratched it with his claw. No. Triumvate take these cheap priests.
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