[ and after the deed is done and the magic-slash-tech is engaged, they find themselves somewhere wholly...different. the smell of straw and sawdust and old steel. buffy hops eagerly off the platform and casts a gesture 'round the room. ]
Welcome to the Luceti barracks. I don't know why we call it that. No one sleeps here. At least, I hope they don't.
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Welcome to the Luceti barracks. I don't know why we call it that. No one sleeps here. At least, I hope they don't.