[Leonardo, on the other hand, looks like absolute hell. The typical poise with which he presents himself is gone, replaced by sagging shoulders, tear-stained cheeks, a recoiling body posture where he looks even more flinching and drawn in on himself than the typical Leonardo. He is not wearing his red hat and cape, nor his green doublet; only his leather hose and boots, and his white undershirt, with the sleeves rolled up. A simple Prestidigitation cantrip clears up any appearance of old tears on his face, but he was a little too slow on the draw to mask them before Near entered.]
... Salute. Shall we begin?
[The door behind them disappears as the room morphs, taking on a completely different appearance than the stark, blank-white room. It is now a concrete bunker, with high windows near the ceiling streaming in the only other source of light in the room (besides the robot). The sun's rays fall directly onto the drain in the middle, marked with a yellow triangle, to represent the Sign.]
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... Salute. Shall we begin?
[The door behind them disappears as the room morphs, taking on a completely different appearance than the stark, blank-white room. It is now a concrete bunker, with high windows near the ceiling streaming in the only other source of light in the room (besides the robot). The sun's rays fall directly onto the drain in the middle, marked with a yellow triangle, to represent the Sign.]