"The gym?" you suggest.
Six pairs of eyes—two red, two orange, one gold, and one translucent—gaze at you in unspoken query.
"Look," you say, pointing at the squat one-story building some distance away. "That's nowhere near big enough to be the whole gym. Part of it's got to be underground. Maybe that's what could have caused whatever it is that's happening."
After a moment, Max nods. "It's a theory," he says. "And if there's nothing there, we can steal some of their gear and bring it back to Cavalcade Academy."
At the prospect of casual theft, the rest of your group perks up. It looks like you're going to the gym.
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