[Michael follows suit, reining in any other joking comments he might be inclined to make. Besides, he has to focus, now. Just in case the noise ends up leading to trouble -- he can only hope that isn't the case, though.
The draw nearer, slowly, quietly, until they finally reach the entrance to another larger gallery area. The voices grow louder, then, and more audible; Michael and Iona will likely be able to make out three figures and hear their statements clearly.
Perhaps the most disconcerting though, is that one of those individuals seems to be a holding an urn. Was it the one they were looking for? Michael narrows his eyes at the man, tall and possessing dark, short hair, trying to make him out better. He's standing next to another man, an inch or two shorter, with dirty blonde hair, and a girl. She looks particularly exasperated, and speaks next.]
1/4?? hoo boy
The draw nearer, slowly, quietly, until they finally reach the entrance to another larger gallery area. The voices grow louder, then, and more audible; Michael and Iona will likely be able to make out three figures and hear their statements clearly.
Perhaps the most disconcerting though, is that one of those individuals seems to be a holding an urn. Was it the one they were looking for? Michael narrows his eyes at the man, tall and possessing dark, short hair, trying to make him out better. He's standing next to another man, an inch or two shorter, with dirty blonde hair, and a girl. She looks particularly exasperated, and speaks next.]