[center][b]The Walls that Move[/b][/center]

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Edgar was not a servant that sat idly and allowed others to seal his destiny. He served Lady Heurassein in all shapes and manners to engaged tasks that furthered the company's needs as those of its lady owner. When the roof came collapsing down, he'd been the first to leap over to shield and brush the Lady from harm. It was no small wonder when the groaning beams crumbled less than spectacularly where only half the Château collapsed and left part of the Grand Stair Chamber intact. Some did not rise after the roof completely fell upon them, however, others had somehow survived in miraculous fashion. 

The fortunate few that had managed to escape the ceiling's crushing descent rose to find the entire chamber bathed in horrific inferno that clouded the entire vicinity with noxious, suffocating fumes. The clouds should've suffocated the surviving guests out of the mortal world, however, various eerie shades had since emerged from their Ivalian vessels to pushed back the inferno proved how strange and unpredictable fortunes could swing. 

As a servant of the Heurassein Powder Company, Edgar glanced towards the general vicinity of several Valanians that had begun to make their way through an opening leading downwards and into a hidden cellar. His face ashen and his appearance unseemly, the only Heurassein servant present within the entire district threw his hands towards removing the piles of rubble blocking their path towards the safety.

"Lady Heurassein," he cried upon ripping aside several floor planks, "It seems Yadin-Hamon is offering us both another chance at life and we must make meaning of it by not idling any longer!"

"Well what are you waiting for you oaf, run!" Adrianna said, prodding him along lest the inferno make a meal out of them. She took to wrapping her scarf around her face to filter out the smoke. Her forehead was moist with sweat and eyes squinted thru burning tears. But their salvation was just in sight as they saw several other party-goers piling thru a cellar entrance. Adrianna and Edgar snuck in behind with the last of the escapees and were greeted by the coolness of the stone cellar. I wouldn't be long before the others realize they had and extra pair, so Adrianna pulled Edgar aside for a brief second to hand him her pistol.

"Take this. If things go south, don't miss" she said, as she brandished a spare for herself. 

Without hesitation, Edgar reservedly accepted the pistol and glanced upon Adrianna with both admiration and desire. He hadn't found himself in the company of many strong women, not noticeably those of Lady Heurassein's caliber or resilience. Owing to her reservedness and iron willed determination, fewer still could survive or manage such a large, self-sustaining business as the woman before him and he found that his service under the Lady extended far beyond the motley villages he was almost destined to rot in.

The servant quickly scrambled to his feet and followed in the survivors' direction until one such Valanian stumbled and nearly threatened to force him into a similar descent. What followed instead was a series of rather awkward steps that  eventually unbalanced the Heurassein steward into a rather unlikely t within the cellar's inventory. The sight and smell of strongly flavored fruits and soured grapes filled his senses as he found himself drenched in a fine liquored wine of a particularly rare vintage. Glancing upwards, the stewart stared towards the perfectly intact wine cask that had blunted his movement as well as the large crack spewing perfectly fermented wine upon his head. In an inviting gesture, is hand outstretched towards his patron whilst wine continually soaked his body under the pulsating shades. 

“A sip to clear the mind before we depart, milady?”

"Clumsy oaf!" Adrianna muttered, unamused by Edgar's antics. The smell of wine did not sit well with her since she was poisoned earlier. In addition, she didn't much care to stand near someone soaked in alcohol whilst in a burning building. And if the other survivors hadn't noticed them, they surely did now. If anything, the fumes had begun to descend upon the cellar passage and Edgar was no fool. Without another word, the stewart quickly composed himself and stepped alongside his employer with the intent to depart and preserve the Heurassein Powder Company's survival ...