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The male squinted, trying to help his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. As he looked about he struggled to make sense of what he was taking in. It was a pretty small building, almost like a shack. There were numerous tables, desks and shelves lining the walls and some in the center of the room. God it’s musty in here. Snorting Kable began to shuffle through the drawers and desks. There were tons of miscellaneous items everywhere, a doodad here, watcha-ma-callit there, and gizmo’s over yonder. He didn’t know what to call half of what he’d come across. Essentially everything was a toy or a trinket, lots of them had been attached to a metal chain and ring. The Catori had noticed a trend here, much of what he could see seemed to be unfinished, like it had been abandoned in some kind of hurry.
Find anything interesting skoll? Rounding a table the mixed canine pulled on a table top noting that it opened upward. Inside the table was lots of paper, it had been stained with age and the print on it nearly illegible. The male could read, but the text on the paper was so small and compact that his vision strained trying to read it. Giving up on trying deciphering the language of humans he put the paper back and closed the table. He didn’t find anything that fascinating; bored he leaned on a table and looked over to Skoll.
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