Asides from the broken rooms of an old tourist attraction, the bird bee lines to the large door at the end of the hall around the corner. The door now open and ajar looks heavily reinforced like a vault, what is even more frightful is what looks like old but wired barrels of gunpowder, clearly in case anyone tampered with door or room.
<spoiler=inside the room>The bird rushes in to the room as if looking for something, but asides from explosives within, what takes the center piece is a green felt poker table, and the skeletons, real and nibbled clean in appearance. A single deck of red and white backed cards on the table from any simple store. Alongside a white card and three items.
-A gilded scroll that looks like a blank graduation diploma for high school
-A rather fancy file with an ivory and gold handle
-A Gold I.D card for High School. One side plastic the other solid gold. It is blank for a most part where a picture should go but has a bar code and a faded name of "D-a-- High Sc-ooL"
The card itself reads "Choose one for this round is done, be ready at sun set for the fun to come!" folded like a triangle standing up right it has on the back. "6-Bronze to move ahead, 3 Silver to keep ahead, 1 Gold to stay ahead."
The room itself is rather large and the bird is bust at an empty corner scratching and pecking at something, its legs asides from being scratched and cut, have with closer view small bites as well.
"Why the fucking fuck is there a fucking ostrich in the fucking pub?" he asks nobody in particular. He sidles over to the bar and reaches slowly for vodka and a rag, which he douses in whiskey. "Anybody got a light?" he asks. "If not, I'll just glass the ****."
