[color=00aeef]Grace Sparling[/color]

Grace's waited patiently for the woman, who introduced herself as Suzanne, to answer her question. Yes, her leg hurt slightly, but whoever had patched it up had done a good job. And then, just as abruptly as Grace had spoken up, she resorted once more to her uncanny silence. Her only acknowledgement to Suzanne was a barely perceptible nod, before drifting backwards towards the edge of the room. 

Others were starting to file in for breakfast now. Grace watched the succession of newcomers, most of whom she had seen enter the previous night. The scraggly-looking man was first. He was quiet. Unnaturally quiet. As quiet as her, and somewhat worse-for-wear. She intended to keep her distance. Anton entered from the kitchen, and Anita from the hallway, another two of the newcomers trailing behind her. One was a tall man, the other a woman, though she didn't seem to dress as such. Short hair, and boots and trousers. The last to enter was a young man with strikingly blue eyes.

She watched quietly from the edge of the room as everyone found their seats. Unless she spoke up, which was unlikely, chances were she would remain unnoticed. There were so many people...more people than they'd had arrive at the mansion in some time now. 

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[b]Emma Knowles[/b]
Her hopes for a quick smoke before breakfast officially out the window, Emma trailed along behind the stern woman, and Logan trailed along behind her. A few seconds ago, she would have been certain she could have found her way to the dining room without issue. A few turns through the hallways proved that, had Anita not been leading them, Emma would have gotten herself and Logan hopelessly lost for the second time that morning. But eventually, they did reach the dining room, where others were gathering, and where the smells of breakfast were enticing. 

She found her way to one of the empty seats, and resisted the urge to laugh and roll her eyes when Logan insisted on pulling it out for her before she could even lay a hand on it. Logan sat across from her. Beside her, Suzanne, the woman from earlier. On Suzy's other side, a young man, and next to him, a skeletal figure who looked as though he'd been dragged through ten times worse than last night's storm before arriving here. 

Conversation started up, everyone saying their morning greetings, inquiring about the previous night's storm. As the others spoke, Logan's sly grin in her direction did not go unnoticed by Emma. Her response was the curious raise of a single eyebrow, before she was distracted by the entrance of the last guest. [b]"Not many would be so kind as to open their home to lost strangers in the night,"[/b] Marco was saying.

The door to the dining room opened, and another joined their number. He spoke, and it was clear that he had been listening in on any conversation thus far. [b]"Indeed, it's odd. Especially since the villagers are convinced there's something wrong with this place. Perhaps it's simply superstition, but...such willingness isn't something I'd expect from someone with such money."[/b]

Emma cocked her head, curious, regarding the new arrival. [b]"Something wrong with this place?"[/b] she asked, a dangerous level of curiosity in her eye, and a smile growing on her face. [b]"Such as? I'm not a local, I haven't heard any talk in the village yet."[/b]