The City Doesn't Sleep
"Well then, Lady Asleif.." Vincent held the door for her as they exited The Met as it was closing. Thanks to his own carefully mapped route through the exhibits, and both of them being a rather quick study, they'd made it through nearly every gallery in the building. "..are you somewhat intrigued by the mortals of this world and their works now?" He escorted her down the stairs in front of the museum.
For his part, Vincent always enjoyed his visits here. The hall of weapons and armor always particularly held his fascination, as did the Egyptian temple reconstruction. He had something of a fixation on items of war and power.
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