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[b][u]POV:[/u] Viera Versul
[sub]Eereen Township, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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The halls of Blackraven Manor were unkempt to say the least.

If the dead empty halls did not give off the appearance of an abandoned residence, the appearance of the manor certainly did— paintings were crooked, leaning off their nails as if they were ready to fall onto the cracked wooden planks that covered the floor with the ripped aged paper inside the frame being warped from the humidity of the swamp and the skittering of insects that fed on it for a food source. The overhead candle scones overhead were unlit save for the one Viera had lit with a torch following the groups descent into the old weathered building. Viera wasn’t sure what to make of the building herself as she had only been to the general area once— and that was back during an encounter she wasn’t fond to remember.

“I’m sure.” Marlowe replied back to Azarnite with a warm smile on his lips.

However, Viera wasn’t too sure herself. But Marlowe had good instincts so she trusted it. 

“Quite the restoration of a ‘historic’ property, Marlowe.” Viera quipped as she nervously took another step in the hallway. “I really do—”
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The double doors slammed behind the three individuals as a large gust swept through the hallways rattling the cast iron scones that held the candles as it dissipated all light from the building— every door in the house slamming in the hallway as it did so causing Viera to jump a little in surprise. Viera was [i]supersticious[/i] but she had no context for what Marlowe had just walked them into; if Rauz lived here as he said was this some elaborate prank to amuse himself upon? Was Marlowe in on it?! Her brows furrowed as she reached back for the door... but it was [i]locked[/i] in place. She was about to say something when the loud screeching of metal could be heard in the distance. The cyan-haired girl gritted her teeth as she could feel her body tense. 

[b]“Marlowe!”[/b] She shouted.

	[i]What in the name of Infinity?[/i]

And then in the darkness there was a sinister snickering— she reached for the hilt of her sword but before she reacted the insidious laughter turned into full bombast and she heard one sentence before all of the lights busted on and revealed they were in a different room devoid of decay, mud, and ruin. 

[b]“You should see the look on your faces!”[/b]

Viera turned to glare at her companion and then back at Mathis Rauzil. She didn’t know if she wanted to make Marlowe have no teeth or Rauz to learn what his blue-haired ponytail tasted like being shoved down his [i]throat[/i]. She was red, flushed fully as crossed her arms in agitation.

[b]“Y-You were [i]in[/i] on it!”[/b] She growled at Marlowe with a large scowl on her lips.