Well this was quite a pickle.
Robin placed her hands on her hips and looked across the empty cathedral, the ancient building somehow looking more depressing than usual. Rubble, vines, rats… all things she’d expected to see, surely. She’d also expected to see her contact, but for some reason the guy had chickened out.
Or, well… this was a trap.
“Breach?” Robin called out, seemingly to no one in particular. Her voice spooked some of the locals, some rats nearby (or lizards? She couldn’t really tell) scurried to cover at the sound of her voice.