Anastasius walked across the room to look into the bunk room Masina indicated.  His fingers remained firmly but not tightly curled about Atnorsa's hand, drawing her along with him still.<br/><br/>He gazed into the adjoining room and stroked his chin with his left hand.  "This seems simple enough, someone was searching for something small.  But not for money.  Gems perhaps?  Jewelry?  Papers?  And they were in a rush, to have broken the bottles rather than look inside them.  At least, it seems that way at a glance.  But it doesn't explain why there's nothing living here besides the bees and vines.  Unnatural that...."<br/><br/>He shrugged and looked at his captive.  "What do you see?" he asked almost reverently, "What happened here my tigress?"