"Perhaps you speak wisely my son," Ramon said after a moment, his eyes cut towards Yuki again as she blew an improbably large bubble with a wad of pink gum she was working. He clearly viewed the strange girl with more than a little suspicion. Regardless he placed his hands together in an attitude of prayer. Without speaking further he turned and led the way down to the nave. Ramon paused in front of the cross and genuflected, crossing himself as he did so. It might have been January's imagination but it seemed there was a slight reverberation in the room as the priest did so.
"Over the years St Anthony has provide storage and sanctuary for many," he explained as he rose to his feet and turned into the sacristry. Inside another pair of priests were sitting at a table playing a complicated game of cards with a tarot desk. They both looked up as Ramon entered. They were big for priests with knuckles swollen with old scar tissue and eyes which had seen more than the mercy of their god.
"Peace be with you brothers," Ramon told them and was answered with nods as the pair turned back to their game. Ramon led them down a series of curving iron stairs. They coiled down and down until they were several stories below the earth. Here a vast corridor opened in a series of baroque sculpted arches which stretched off into the distance. Along the corridor small alcoves were set off with iron doors each inscribed with a strange rune.
"Welcome to the Vault of Lost Things," Ramon told them as he led them along the corridor to a section where the pearl inlaid walls had been blackened and scorched as though by fire or some strange blights. The runes on the doors hear pulsed angrily and in places the pearlesenct finish seemed to be regrowing. At the center of the strange discoloration several alcove doors had be completely unhinged, their runes cold and silent.
"These were the vaults which were defiled," Ramon admitted, a touch of old testament anger coloring the last word.