anybody remember sal? let me reintroduce you
WHO: Ianto Jones and Saleris
WHAT: dissecting the legends of old
WHEN: Monday after Ianto makes his factory rounds
WHERE: backstreet in Kingstown
It's a nondescript little shop, and if you're not looking for it, then it's just dumb luck that you manage to stumble across it. It's shabby, in disrepair, but it's clean. The windows are bright, even though some of the panes are cracked. The door hinges are clean and well oiled, and the paint is fresh. The shingle above it shows a silhouette of a tree, a very distinctive design.
The inside of the shop is small, cluttered, but also just as clean. Sorcerer's stones cast dim light, and books and papers are piled against the walls. The tables in the center of the room are littered with odds and ends, some of them recognizable, but most utterly unidentifiable. Organized chaos. And utterly devoid of human life.
WHAT: dissecting the legends of old
WHEN: Monday after Ianto makes his factory rounds
WHERE: backstreet in Kingstown
It's a nondescript little shop, and if you're not looking for it, then it's just dumb luck that you manage to stumble across it. It's shabby, in disrepair, but it's clean. The windows are bright, even though some of the panes are cracked. The door hinges are clean and well oiled, and the paint is fresh. The shingle above it shows a silhouette of a tree, a very distinctive design.
The inside of the shop is small, cluttered, but also just as clean. Sorcerer's stones cast dim light, and books and papers are piled against the walls. The tables in the center of the room are littered with odds and ends, some of them recognizable, but most utterly unidentifiable. Organized chaos. And utterly devoid of human life.