Well met by moonlight: Mingle log for garviel

[greyerrant]

A door opens on what is quite obviously some kind of constructed place. A cramped, cold hallway poorly with flickering light sources set into a metallic ceiling. A table, somehow too large to seat humans is flanked by two benches, and the hallway itself is surrounded by lockers with no names or numbers on them. The only sound is the low hum of mechanical parts whirring and a buzz, like some kind of generator continuing to produce power. At the head of the table sits an armored figure, even more scarred than he was at the last battle with Ruana. He sits with a large metal bottle, and two cups. One is filled, and reeks of harsh alcoholic liquid. He drinks in silence, though the other is empty. A long piece of paper, torn and battered, sealed at one end with red wax, sits on the table. It says only "MURDER" on it, nothing else.

The grey eyes of the warrior seem locked on the paper, as if he will somehow glean more from the inscrutable thing by staring at it for long enough.