Mason was happy to see that someone answered, after some hours of knocking it was beginning to get a little tedious. "Yeah, three days..." He said, the blood stained on his uniform and his tattered shirt surely showed how amused he was by Koran right now. He sighed and walked over to the fireplace in the living room and began lighting a fire, for everyone, assuming they were going to come down to see him anyway. He lied back on the couch, sighing comfortably. "Verona has my things right?" He asked, just remembering his weapon and his pup. "Verona?" He called loud enough for the oracle to hear, eventually he just got up, his torn and tattered shirt was getting annoying for him, he took it off, sighing a little. "I may as well..." He said to himself, holding onto the torn thing.