Tuesday, Evening, June 17th 1924: Who's hungry?
In reply to trahernwithglasses (msg # 25):
After a quick look around, Byron leads the party towards the west wing of the university. Passing numerous classrooms, the rambunctious academic air begins to fade, replaced by a somber, subdued environment. The lights slowly are replaced by candles, hardened wax hanging over the edges of their sconces. The few students you see have their noses in books, muttering incantations, with beaded shawls and scarves instead of the typical university sweater. With a little searching you are able to find a a placard on a door reading Professor LaRae. Below the name is a bronze number 11. Strangely, the number 22 and 33 have been carved into the wood, seemingly with a knife, forming a small triangle
11
/ \
22 -- 33
Byron raises his hand but before he can knock the door slowly swings open. "I've been expecting you....". Behind a large oak desk sits a small wrinkled women with large glasses that magnify her eyes till they seem to occupy the majority of her face. Her desk is littered with trinkets, feathers, small bones and wooden carvings, and the walls are decorated with various sigils and signs. Seeing the 3 strangers at the door she jumps slightly. "You're not Patricia?" she says questioningly.