Off in the distance, Vance was flying on black feathered wings towards the mansion. As he landed in front of the building and his wings seemed to reflexively fold behind his back, giving him the appearance of almost being human if someone were looking at him from the front. As he looked towards the mansion, he noticed a man sheathing a sword at his hip and turning to walk into the building. He wasn’t close enough to catch up with him, nor did he want to, he was simply observing for now. 

Vance held out his hand with his palm facing up, positioning his other hand close to it with his two first fingers close together. A glowing yellow light started to brighten around his hands, and when it faded a book and quill appeared. He began writing as he walked towards the mansion, noting everything that he saw, including the armed man who he’d seen earlier. He only momentarily stopped right outside the door to adjust his glasses before entering.

Turning the pages of his book back to the beginning, he looked it over, and looked towards the directory to find his room. “Number 10, simple enough” he said in a soft tone before turning back the page that he was actively writing in and continued on his way towards his room.