by Wyll Wyldclay » Sat Jan 20, 2024 8:26 pm
The vault was chaotic, to say the least. Boxes and crates and loose baubles and beads of all shapes and sizes littered shelves -- presumably, there was some method to the madness, as Wyll seemed to know exactly where they were going as they winded their way through the maze of rare and dangerous bric-a-brac agents had collected through the...years? Decades? It was hard to tell.
"Well, there is no guarantee," Wyll said, putting on what appeared to be a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves. "We do not know the rules of this other universe; they may operate entirely differently to our own."
They picked up a long pair of iron tongs, and carefully reached past Ryn, concentrating as they grasped what appeared to be a glass jam jar with a blank label, focusing as they brought it down carefully.