Harahel raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl ahead of him walk through the now open door to the museum. He looked around, catching sight of another figure waiting outside on the steps, drenched in blood for one reason or another. 'Pleasant morning to you,' he said as he walked past, not planning to wait around to hear a reply, and instead pacing swiftly up the steps towards the large double doors to the museum. As he entered he felt a wondrous chill, beginning to feel the taste of adventure already. All he had to do now was to find the curators, what were their names? Hen and Liz? Hiz and Len? Ah! Hez and Lin, that was it. Find them, and he'd find his adventure. 

Out of politeness he lowered his hood so that it lay limp down the back of his neck and ran a hand through his hair. 'Seems like a lovely place,' he said to himself, looking around at the layout of the museum. It was one of few places in Remniche that seemed to maintain at least some amount of uniformity. He had to admit, he wasn't a huge fan of all these asymmetrical structures that popped up in this city. Looking around for the girl who'd entered before him, and for the curators too, Harahel began to wander around the museum fairly aimlessly. Eventually he found himself back in the main hall, confused and annoyed, so he decided to wait it out here. If the curators and their gang of intrepid explorers, which were very experienced and were made up of many men and women, he had no doubt, wanted to leave the museum, they'd have to come through the main entrance. Then he would pounce and offer his allegiance. Yes, this was a perfect plan!