A snow white hare was standing, talking on his cell phone, "I don't care what you read, Newt, there hasn't been a major find here for half a century. The ruin is dry, and the town's following suit. Now, you wanna tell me why you sent me down here?"<br/>As he said that he heard a little kid yelling out in English the discovery of a new tomb. He figured the two children were of the British families who had settled in this region since the early part of the 20th century and shook his head slowly, rubbing his temples, "I don't know how you do it Newt, but you did it... I'll call you back, I'm gonna investigate." He hung up and smiled wide, stepping into the home of the family letting him stay. He went into his room and started to change, out of his "tourist" garb and into a pair of shorts with some sort of harness built in, some very,<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>, modified form of combat boots, re enforced to make sure his ankles only bent the way they were supposed to and fitted to his huge digigrade footpaws, and a snug shirt that would not impede his motion. He hummed to himself, packing supplies into his bag. He pulled a small case out of his suitcase, opening it. He took out twin silverplated Desert Eagles, modified for the hare's use. He checked the clip on each and spun them on his fingers, before putting them into the harness on his shorts, which functioned as holsters. He snapped them into place, before taking his pack onto his back and sinching it up tight. He looked around, before heading out the back door of the house he was staying in, off towards the ruins through the back roads.