<div style="text-align: center">(Sailor Moon's post)<br/>​</div><i>“I’d say the demons were lucky to escape, judging from the light coming off of… whatever they’re holding.”</i><br/><br/>Estelle nodded in acknowledgement of what the woman said, but there was something odd about<i>how </i>she said it. It was almost like she knew more than she was willing to let on, playing clueless, almost. What good reason could a person have to downplay their knowledge, especially over something that no one really seemed to care about? Her thoughts were confirmed when the woman continued on, pronouncing Loh'skaran with such ease, as if she'd invented the word herself.<br/><br/>Estelle offered the blond a small smile, her thoughts shifting away from her earlier observations and to the group hovering about. The tourists were wandering aimlessly, visibly bored and growing impatient. They all had come here to view the Loh'skaran, and Estelle knew the sooner she got this over with, the better. She clasped her hands together once more, catching mostly everyone's attention as she walked forward to the next hallway.<br/><br/>"If I could have everyone's attention, we'll be moving along into the main room where the Loh'skaran currently resides. You'll find several small rooms bordering that you can also enter, where more art and relics are kept for your viewing pleasure." Estelle said calmly. She turned her back to the others, searching briefly for the key ring tucked securely underneath her obi. When she stuck the key in the lock, a small click could be heard as it turned in place. "Just a moment," She muttered, pushing upon the door with her shoulder and forcing it open.<br/><br/>"What's an ancient temple without old doors and rusted locks?" Estelle said quietly, light laughter following from those near enough to hear her words. She led the group down a narrow hallway. Various paintings decorated the wall, as well as masks and small glass cases with a single artifact, each different than the last. Estelle glanced over her shoulder for a brief moment, only to see someone reaching out to touch one of the masks. "And remember everyone to keep your hands to yourself." She continued to lead them, until they stopped in a spacious room with all sorts of ancient objects. The Loh'skaran was right in the center, held up on a podium and sealed off by velvet ropes.<br/><br/>As Estelle approached it, even she had to stop to marvel at it. It's blade reflected the light shining down upon it, almost appearing to have absorbed the light and glowing white gold. The handle of the sword was carved into a curved winged shape, forged from some sort of crystal. "Behold, the Loh'skaran, everyone. You may look for as long as you like, take pictures if you will, but please do not cross the ropes."