Lady Mo took some time to wander the cavernous halls of Bedivere's castle. She was observing a piece of art that hung from worn twine, it was very old, therefore she appreciated it. Footsteps echoed down the hall, they weren't quiet, no, they were proud and calculated. She didn't even have to look at him to know who it was. "Lord Bedivere," she began with her back still facing him, arms crossed daintily behind herself. Mohowauuck turn on her bare heal looked him over. "Where do you stand in these matters? I do hope it is beside me. If not, well, things are bound to get a little eventful within these old stone walls" Just then gunfire rang in the distance, far away, but not so far that an ancient vampire could place the sound. "Perhaps things are already getting eventful." she said with a smug grin.