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Adencia twisted her fingers not knowing if she should accept or reject his Garren’s offer.
“Unless you have a room with a sturdy door that locks on the outside then I suggest I sleep in the woods and you shut the mansion up tight tonight. If you do have a room for me you had better not mind damaged upholstery as well. You never can expect what can happen with my curse, so always expect and prepare for the worst.”
Adencia bent down and picked up her quiver, strapping it to her shoulder. She pushed her long, braided hair over her right arm so it hung in front down to her waist.
“So, what’ll it be, Master Garren?”

He shook his head at Tala. "No, I'll be fine. But thanks anyways, I'll take up on your offer when I need it. I just hope that I can repay you somehow." He said before turning to Garren. "And I'll be staying inside, I just won't be using a bed." He started to head in the mansion.

On the threshold of his home, Garren turned to Adencia.

"...As you wish, I suppose. Just make yourself comfortable somewhere, besides anywhere you shouldn't be."

At this, Isarelle whacked the inside of his head. Holding his temple, he snapped back.

"Ow! What?!"

Grumbling, he checked to see if he hadn't lost the other two. After confirmation, he extended his hand through the open doorway in an amateur fashion.

"This...is the main hallway. It basically branches off to every other room. And the stairs. Right there."

Pointing at the obvious stairs to the right, his sister inwardly sighed.

"This will take awhile."

Tala took in the rich furnishings of the manor with a low whistle. Sing-chanting softly she said, "Garren, I just need a bed, could you point me to the nearest one, I am just short of exhaustion. Besides I wouldn't want to be where I should not be." She raised one brow as she said this and searched the mans face, curiosity nawing at her. Wondering at what sort of family these two did, or had belonged too, to preside in such lavish conditions, she was carefull not to scuff the polish on the floor with her heels and clutched tight ot her staff. She heard Adencia's request to hunt and supplied, "I spotted deer and quite a few foul on my way here from the north east."

“Thank you.” Adencia said, kindly accepting his offer. She took the small bag and hooked it to her belt as she stepped further into the mansion. She was in complete awe for she had never seen such a fortress. Her Elvin country was very humble and shamed those who adorned themselves with lavish living conditions and took heed to materialism. But Adencia never cared about what the others thought. She just said, ‘if they can live their lives in superiority then let them do so. Life is too short not to live it to its fullest.’

She looked back to Garren, suddenly feeling very tired and said, “If you wouldn’t mind pointing me to my room, I will be on my way.”

Adencia nodded to Garren curtly and faced away from him while he waited for the other two top follow. What he head said about her room was… interesting. The ‘ground floor’ part sounded good. It was the ‘hidden’ part that caught her attention. A hidden room? What is the purpose for a hidden room? Adencia shrugged and continued to look around, waiting for Garren to return.

((Oh... crap. I was just cruising through the RPs and found this one. As I scrolled through the character list, I saw my user. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience (though I'm sure none was caused). Perhaps someone could tell me what's happened and I can find a way to wriggle into the plot.))

With a smile as frail as his little body, Cerdik followed the whispy white spirit onward. He cared not where it went. It was a miracle! Of course it was rather odd considering he had been trying to summon a more physically boastful guardian. Still, it didn't matter to him as long as he had something. He just hoped it was capable of defending him like the books had said.

Then his mind got caught on one odd detail. Ever since the little spirit had appeared, it had been trying to wander off, but not without Cerdik close by. It was leading him somewhere. He hadn't thought of that until now. "Little Spirit, by chance could you converse to me our destination?" It was amazing how smoothly his words would come when no other people were present.

The Spirit never answered him, though. Cerdik's question was answered with a rather abrupt collision with the large wooden door before him. Calling out in surprise, he swore in the Ancient Tongue and fell back on his butt, clutching a leather-bound book tightly to his chest.

With a rather sudden CRACK, the front doors fell inward and made an even louder BANG that echoed through the main foyer. The incident had been the result of his sudden mutterings. Blinking in surprise, and then becoming fretful, Cerdik climbed to his feet.

"Oh-oh n-no... No... N-n-no!" He shook his head fearfully and began breathing much too quickly. This made him light-headed and dizzy. Blinking and taking a few steps forward, he used the wall for support, still clutching his book tightly.

Cerdik eased his breathing to a normal pace shortly thereafter and slid down the wall. Whose house it was or what they would do to him were not on his mind at the moment. Cerdik was wondering where in the whispy courses of Ether it had gone. Pushing himself to stand, he began wandering, blissfully forgetting that he had just blown down someone's door and was now wandering aimlessly through their house.

"Little Spirit, where mayst I beget your company? Little Spirit?"

((She beat him to death with his own skull... Wait, that's not physically possible... I know, that's what Jimmy was screaming... THIS ISN'T PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE!! AAGHGHGH!! *Death Gurgle*))