Intent #
Conflict between Marcus' description of a room and the modern radar data.
Narrative #
Marcus began describing his surroundings. YES. IN MY STUDIO, A CHAMBER NEXT TO THE CELLAR. ALL MY PAPYRUS AND TOOLS ARE HERE.
"Uh...?" Ulysses looked at the wall Marcus was describing. "Lucia's been combing that cellar for weeks. There's no chamber next to it."
He found Lucia later that morning. "This side of the cellar's been a dead end," he told her. "No voids, no gaps. Just solid backfill."
"You ran radar on it?" Lucia replied, her voice tight with frustration. "Twice. Nothing but dirt."
"LUCIA! A WORD. NOW," Dr. Parrini's voice boomed from the upper level, shattering their conversation.