Re: [Murals]
[The moment your fingers touch the cool, slick tiles you feel a sense of vertigo as your mind slips into a dreamlike state. Images and knowledge rush past you, leaving behind flashes, impressions and lingering convictions.
In the rush you make out: The warning hiss of a snake. Your subunit was once the most dangerous and least understood order within Ophiuchus of old. Shrouded in mystery, it was whispered that Uraeus kept the likes of infiltrators, spies, invaders and assassins.
You return to yourself with an odd, instilled feeling of pride and resolution.]