It was shaping up to be a fun night--exactly the kind Tristan lived for. Did he have a hot date? Was he going out on the town?
Of course not!
He'd packed up his trekking pack with all his essentials--trowels, brushes, a very great deal of pepper spray to deal with the Mekkayenas--and headed off to Lya Pointa to do some hands-on archaeology. It had been far too long since he'd set his heart a-racing and gotten his hands on some interesting artifacts. And fending off armies of bloodthirsty biomechanical aberrations swarming around an eldritch old cathedral sounded like exactly the thing to drive off malaise!
He'd dived and darted around Mekkas, sprayed a few with his pepper spray, and had found a crumbled-down section of wall he was able to squeeze under. Now he was ready to plunder to his heart's content!
But... what was that he saw inside? Another figure...?