"Of the sights, I mean. Though, it doesn't look like much any more. Used to be much nicer." Xigbar buried his hands deep in his pockets, scuffing his boot against the mosaic on the floor. He still remembered the times when this thing would've been kept sparkly clean for each traveller to see. Time hadn't treated it kindly at all. "Besides, I figure you might have been here before. You were on that guy's computer after all."