Ariadne had set up a side room within the Hostel for the meeting. A generic looking room that could equally be used for storage or for a quiet meeting. A bland aged wood table sits in the center of the room. An assortment of chairs hang around the table as if they had been hastily pulled from their proper homes. The Epopt sits quietly in one of the chairs. Looking intently at a piece of cat hair she had pulled off of her suit. Pixel has been getting inventive.
This could be problematic.. Ariadne murmurs to herself.