"What were you expecting, a proper grim bunker covered in dirt?" Tannusen asked with a laugh, lingering near the stairs to let Cassian look around freely. The books he was peering at were neatly sectioned off by category. A lot of non-fiction science... and a lot of (good, thank you) fantasy, and all sorts of stuff in between.

A few thick binders with Tannusen's own handwriting on the spines... his research into his own kind, and into pooka, the kith no one else cared about, especially.

"You should see the bath tub I installed down here." That thing was a monster.