( he doesn't really know what he's looking for. individuals held a lot more interest to makoto than environments — they were only useful when they helped to personify those that owned and populated them. a ruin, by definition, didn't really apply to either. but still, he's overheard enough from the guards by this point to have wariness for what lie before them, and he's convinced that this place has something to do with it. why else would they have been gathered from disparate points in this place and corralled here together? it could be that it was simply a convenient and central location, but the presence of ruins here makes him suspect otherwise.
unfortunately, while a fairly apt student of politicking and social manipulation, a student of archaeology he is not. in the few places he can find some faded reliefs in the carved stone, he can make neither head nor tail of them. he studies a piece of broken wall where it protrudes from the ground, hand at his chin and his mouth pressed into a thin line as he tries to extract something enlightening from it.
silently, makoto is furious. he hates the feeling of being inert.
his attention is pulled toward ernesto at the address. he's seen this one around — he plays nice enough with the guards that he thinks he has a better head on his shoulders than most of the idiots that keep provoking them. he banishes his irritation for the time being, smoothly sliding a blithe smile into place as he replies just as airily: ) Not in the slightest! ( he gestures to the wall with one hand. ) Sadly, this is not my area of expertise. I don't suppose you would have a mind for antiquities?
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unfortunately, while a fairly apt student of politicking and social manipulation, a student of archaeology he is not. in the few places he can find some faded reliefs in the carved stone, he can make neither head nor tail of them. he studies a piece of broken wall where it protrudes from the ground, hand at his chin and his mouth pressed into a thin line as he tries to extract something enlightening from it.
silently, makoto is furious. he hates the feeling of being inert.
his attention is pulled toward ernesto at the address. he's seen this one around — he plays nice enough with the guards that he thinks he has a better head on his shoulders than most of the idiots that keep provoking them. he banishes his irritation for the time being, smoothly sliding a blithe smile into place as he replies just as airily: ) Not in the slightest! ( he gestures to the wall with one hand. ) Sadly, this is not my area of expertise. I don't suppose you would have a mind for antiquities?