[He reaches out, touching fingers to Prompto's arm to guide him towards one of the doors. Here he hesitates again. People don't come down here much on their own, and, well, it's not like the Glaive are often in a habit of showing people the dark corners of the map.
Astrals, Nyx, this is stupid. He takes a deep breath and twists the handle.
Despite the rust and age, the door swings open with barely a whisper of sound. The hingest all much newer than anything else down here. Inside is a room with metal bunks. He absolutely does not pause at all as he steps through and moves to a box in the corner. A few buttons and a swift smack later, and the small generator hums to life. Nyx extinguishes the flame as a lamp wired to the ceiling overhead switches on.
It was clearly put in long after the place was abandoned. The wires were exposed, taped to the ceiling and wall to keep the lamp centered. The bedclothes on several of the bunks also looked newer than ancient, and only marginally dusty. It's clearly a place someone has slept in within the last few years. Several someones.
On a small, twisted table between bunks there's a small collection of books and a deck of cards. Tucked underneath one of the beds is a container of water bottles. There are small chests under the other beds that haven't looked like they've been open for awhile.
The room itself seems plain. The graffiti artists from the tunnel didn't seem to have touched this one. The walls were the same old stone as the rest, with no adornments to imply people lived here once. But Nyx stands on the other side of the room to face the door, and then gestures above it with a nod of his head.]
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Astrals, Nyx, this is stupid. He takes a deep breath and twists the handle.
Despite the rust and age, the door swings open with barely a whisper of sound. The hingest all much newer than anything else down here. Inside is a room with metal bunks. He absolutely does not pause at all as he steps through and moves to a box in the corner. A few buttons and a swift smack later, and the small generator hums to life. Nyx extinguishes the flame as a lamp wired to the ceiling overhead switches on.
It was clearly put in long after the place was abandoned. The wires were exposed, taped to the ceiling and wall to keep the lamp centered. The bedclothes on several of the bunks also looked newer than ancient, and only marginally dusty. It's clearly a place someone has slept in within the last few years. Several someones.
On a small, twisted table between bunks there's a small collection of books and a deck of cards. Tucked underneath one of the beds is a container of water bottles. There are small chests under the other beds that haven't looked like they've been open for awhile.
The room itself seems plain. The graffiti artists from the tunnel didn't seem to have touched this one. The walls were the same old stone as the rest, with no adornments to imply people lived here once. But Nyx stands on the other side of the room to face the door, and then gestures above it with a nod of his head.]