Drostan had been spending his days in an apocalyptic situation, running away from nazi zombies like actors would in telly. Except he wasn’t an actor at all. He was glad to finally spend some time in Berlin admiring and stealing art that didn’t belong to him, and as he approached the Salt Mine he saw someone standing in front of the arts. Unsure of how to act due his own weariness he carefully approached and stood beside you.

"Bloody nice, ain' they? Some insist art’s boring, but that's shite."