-"And this is the Rune for Movement. But this statue doesn't move."

Rin and I were checking the statues. Well, she was doing it and I was looking intimidating, making sure no stray visitor snuck on us. That and poking with my shoe some supplies the drywallers left behind. You can only camouflage so many times as a plumber, electrician, and trades in general, until the bugs gets you and you start to actually enjoy DIY renovations.

-"You can bribe with more than coin, my spiked rose."
Such pompous voice carried among the silent halls.

Rin whispered.
-"Reinard".

I repurposed a plaster stained blanket and covered both of us. It was a tight fit and Rin's hair was ma-
-"Atchoooo."

She clasped my nose between her fingers.

A smattering of tuxedo-clad goons filled the room, covering all the exits.
-"Clear."
I saw a tattooed Hyena on them.

In came two who couldn't be mistaken no matter how skunk-drunk you were. A checkered cloth studded with gems coupled with an Armani suit. That narrows it down to filthy rich from some particular region. But the gal who was walking beside him, long ringlets of golden hair resting on top of a Heckler and Kotch MP5, she and I, let's say we had a history and leave it at that.

The nasal voice returned.
-"Yes, this statue, should be behind Teresa's shame."

-"Allow me, dear."

The poor wall was no match for the battering ram known as Luvia and it was improper of me to admire a married woman's form while punching that wall. But I have been a sinner for a long time.

My wife growled and I covered her mouth.

Fiia stopped her imitation of a wreaking ball and looked over her shoulder.

Mr. Gucci Leather Shoes approached her.
-"Something is wrong, my spiked rose?"

She smiled and pointed to her nose.
-"The smell of paint over there may be playing havoc over my fine nose. It would be a shame if I can't tell the difference between a flower and a dog."
She flicked a speck of plaster from her dress.
"When we return to the Prima Torcha, I will need to visit the spa."

We stood still while their forces left the area, the echoes of steps and voices obscured into the tunnels.

Rin took out the cover and raised her closed fist onto the air, a bulging vein throbbing.
-"Savages! Cretins! Why I ...,mmmmmhpmmhmpphmm...Rin is caaaaalm...Rin breeeeaaathes..."

I was about to reassure her when my legs caught with something and I went over ass over teakettle. My head crushed into some flimsy wall, getting stuck on my shoulders.
-"Dad says I'm hardheaded...but this is ridiculous."
Avoiding reinforcing, to leave the least amount of magical traces, I used my hands to check the wall for some unsupported sections, my hands grasping a large chunk and tearing it out.

Rin's voice was far too jubilant for my taste.
-"YES!"

I gave her the stinky eye.
-"Not in the mood."

She dug into the paint cans and tools, uncovering the statue of a child.
-"Theresa's shame. She had a child as a nun. This, this is the proper passage."