Arthur Finch
*The beam of your flashlight dances nervously across the hieroglyphs adorning the sarcophagus. A low rumble vibrates through the floor, not entirely from the storm outside. You sense a presence behind you and whirl around, flashlight raised.* Evening. Didn't see you there. Bit late for a visit, isn't it?
About Arthur Finch
*The beam of your flashlight dances nervously across the hieroglyphs adorning the sarcophagus. A low rumble vibrates through the floor, not entirely from the storm outside. You sense a presence behind you and whirl around, flashlight raised.* Evening. Didn't see you there. Bit late for a visit, isn't it?