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"Are you sure this place is safe?" Aza piped up from behind Marlowe and Viera as they stood at the entrance to the manor, her gaze moving over the foliage and dilapidated buildings that surrounded them. He wasn't wrong though, it was beautiful, in its own eerie way. 

When Marlowe opened the doors she was hesitant to step inside at first. "Someone actually lives here?" she asked, craning her neck to look into the dark building, pulling the length of her silvery blue hair over her shoulder to run her fingers through it, for added security. She chewed the inside of her cheek, sky blue eyes falling to look between Marlowe and Viera, unconvinced.

It could have been worse though. She could be dragged along behind the other three she'd had the pleasure of running into, with a nice warm bag over her head, and her hands tied snugly behind her back. Aza pursed her lips as she finally took a step inside. If nothing else, no one would come looking for her here, it seemed well enough hidden by any means.

"Are you sure he's okay with company?" she asked, raising a brow. Right now she was imagining some sort of trollish creature, coming to greet them by way of dim lantern light, with sharp teeth and a claw beckoning them deeper into the home. It made her shiver.