Hellboy takes up the rear, tearing at the tangle of vines with his right hand, his cloven-hoofed feet clattering on the stone floor.
So far, every room he's entered in the city had been empty. Not so much of a scrap of paper or an abandoned piece of furniture was left behind. But as he stops just inside the doorway, Hellboy can see that this room isn't like the others.
The dog's still barking excitedly at the sword on its pedestal, and Hellboy can't help feeling pretty damn suspicious of a trap. He searches the room, eyes narrowed and tail twitching like an agitated cat's. But nothing really stands out. There's no incantations, no prickle of magic in the air, no temperature change from the hallway. No scent of sulfur or oils or death. Just the sword, lying there harmlessly, and a flood of recognition washing over Hawke's face.]
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Hellboy takes up the rear, tearing at the tangle of vines with his right hand, his cloven-hoofed feet clattering on the stone floor.
So far, every room he's entered in the city had been empty. Not so much of a scrap of paper or an abandoned piece of furniture was left behind. But as he stops just inside the doorway, Hellboy can see that this room isn't like the others.
The dog's still barking excitedly at the sword on its pedestal, and Hellboy can't help feeling pretty damn suspicious of a trap. He searches the room, eyes narrowed and tail twitching like an agitated cat's.
But nothing really stands out. There's no incantations, no prickle of magic in the air, no temperature change from the hallway. No scent of sulfur or oils or death. Just the sword, lying there harmlessly, and a flood of recognition washing over Hawke's face.]
You recognize it?