(OOC: Since Isaac has been dropped, I vote we continue this at a later point. Perhaps after finding lodgings. I'll go ahead and post a transitional piece; let me know if I need to change it.)

Soma looked at the facade of the building they had come to, and briefly wondered if they might be safer outside. Sure, it was beautiful and all, but it was -glass-. And glass had a tendency to break.

Or contain demons. But that was another story altogether.

They certainly looked the part of a ragtag band of adventurers; the fierce warrior, fiery blade drawn and ready. The priestess, healer and protector. The dwarf, armored and armed. Indeed, a party right out of any number of fantasy games.

This was no game, though. And Soma wasn't altogether sure Mina could heal anything beyond supplying bandaids. The fact that the dwarf had already managed to throw up was another bad sign, and Soma was feeling definite dark pressuring from within. Clearly, Dracula liked the way things were developing, in some twisted way.

"Umm... Maybe we should keep looking?" he said, vaguely hoping that they wouldn't be stuck (literally or figuratively) in this glass opera house.