eatures illuminated by the faint golden glow of a single light blub that creaks and swings above you. In strange bird talon like claws it shuffles old papers on a worn looking clip board. It regards you with a small nod, and you can see its facial wings shifts and spread a little in realization, you see the hint of a smile grace its sharp strange features, barely visible in the smoky dark, it gestures down and you see a piece of paper. A test. It taps the top of the page with a long finger, pointing to the name line, "Just put your name down, and we can get started."