Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170506104115/@comment-29661846-20170521000957

We do our best to put the thought of the tremors behind us as we continue our tour to a mountainous part of the Tropical Union. It reminded me of home, which should've brought me comfort, but instead with the tremors on my mind, I could only hope no one in Alexandria felt them. The troubling thought was quickly brushed aside when I heard Beatrix gasp. At first I thought something was wrong, but when I followed her gaze I saw we were at the entrance of ruins from an ancient civilization.

Crumbling walls and pillars with traces of some sort of hieroglyphs on them were in the process of being consumed by the forest around us, yet even more amazing than that were the jewels that still stood in front of these structures or even, strangley, embedded inside them.

While nothing but a minor curiosity to me, Beatrix, and Cycops as a whole, aorded traces of ancient archeology and had an eye for gems. Neither Lando nor I could stop her as she went off on her own through the ruins, with Lando saying with a slight laugh not to touch anything.

No doubt he was happy Beatrix was enjoying herself, but there was hint of seriousness in his tone, one far more sharp than that of a mere artist asking spectators not to touch their paintings. Yet knowing Beatrix, she valued her sense of touch just as much as her sight concerning these sorts of things.

"Lando, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't we allowed to touch anything?" I asked, bracing for the inevitable when we saw Beatrix again.