[Upstairs][b]Dorian[/b]
There's a loud heavy creak that could only be the large ornate doors at the end of the hallway. The familiar clap of Dorians shoes could be heard coming down the hallway. He comes to a sudden halt falling back into one of the more comfortable and stylish chairs upstairs. He sits elegantly, posture and composure always kept, his suit as fine as ever, as he sips a red liquid from a wine glass. 
On the small table next to him sits another glass. He seems to be relishing in the current still silence, occupied by deep thought.