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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
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[color=298e25]"Root, grab the mask and bring it to us in the dungeons. You know where it is,"[/color] Rohan instructed his familiar, who with a ruffle of his wooden feathers, acknowledged the command and fluttered out the doors. He followed Annika out, leaving the magpies roosting on him to either hitch a ride or just fly off on their own way. The dungeons weren't a pleasant place, but most places where dead people congregated weren't. He descended down the stairs behind Annika and ahead of the others, keeping quiet the closer they got. The cold air and dark halls were familiar to him, he'd been down here once or twice before for a few reasons. Once to test something he didn't trust anyone other than Connie to know about, once when he was feeling more paranoid than usual... It was certainly a useful space to bury a body.

[color=298e25]"Try not to make too much noise, or get too far ahead,"[/color] He whispered, for the benefit of the newer people among them. [color=298e25]"The school's protected from things outside, but every now and then, people come down here to work something [i]foul.[/i] They don't always clean it up, and sometimes it can get someone killed. We should be fine with this many of us, though. As long as we don't do anything foolish."[/color] Of course, Rohan didn't have [i]that[/i] much faith in this particular team composition. But at least they couldn't say they weren't properly warned if something jumped out to bite their heads off from around the corner.

He reached into his pocket for a lighter. [color=298e25]"Anyone bring any light down here?"[/color]