Measure

The halls are brick intermittently, sometimes with windows entirely packed with dirt. You wonder why the clan bothered to do that?

You reach a spot where the bricks start again, the transition marked by a rather small doorframe with one side taken out so that it's a proper size for someone to actually fit through. A little hall beyond that, and one wall opens out into a large, very dark room.

You futz about for a few moments, trying to find a light switch, then resort to pulling out the lightning torch you bought from a clan up in the spires. Its thin beam slices through the darkness to reveal neat piles and mounds of devices, very few of which with a purpose you could even hope to divine, and even fewer which look remotely familiar.

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Measure is the measure of the clan. She delights in inventorying and replacing tech taken from its place, and cataloging all the curiosities the clan finds in the dust.