[hr][hr][center][img]https://s3.postimg.org/50tlljshf/horrors_of_cove.png[/img][hr][img]https://media.tenor.co/images/7d2a134073364ad1f1a5cbd05709c2f2/tenor.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]	Why, no takers yet for the last clue? Or perhaps it was too cryptic for you? I suppose I did tuck it away rather tightly, just out of view, just out of sight. But I suppose, that just makes it all the more challenging, right? Why, when Lucy stumbled upon Narnia, no one helped her! She found it all by her own, and I suppose, I shall have to ask you to do the same. Keep on digging, my dears...The adventure only gets darker from here. 

	In the lobby of the hotel, the police have yet to arrive. Andromeda sighs, putting her head in her hands for a moment. [color=9999ff]"Honestly, the incompetence of the police in this town..."[/color] she grumbled, before noticing that Emmie was having a slight panic attack. Glancing around, Andromeda saw that hardly anyone was going to help the girl. [i]Typical.[/i] Stepping out from behind the desk, Andromeda put a comforting hand on Emmie's shoulder. [color=9999ff]"It'll be fine. This hotel is old and full of secrets, kid...Want me to tell you an urban legend, about the founding of Coventry?"[/color] Maybe a distraction, Andromeda figured, was just what Emmie needed.

	Meanwhile, up on the seventh floor, Keenan groaned in pain as Eudora pulled the shards out of his leg. They had been stopping the bleeding, but with them gone, nothing stopped his blood from spilling. Even though Eudora managed to bandage up the wound with her shawl fairly quickly, it was still incredibly painful. At Sera's comment about bringing him downstairs, Keenan shook his head. "Valeska's innocent, I'm sure of it--if I don't get to her before they do, she'll die. And all those othah murdahs'll go unsolved." Pulling himself to his feet, Keenan pulled the wardrobe up, before starting to climb on top of it, as a means of getting into the attic. 

	[color=00ffcc]"You're investigating the Winchester murders, aren't you?"[/color] Aloise asked, steadying the wardrobe, falling back into the marine mentality of helping one another. 

	"Not murdahs yet--still considahed missing," Keenan retorted, lifting himself up through the hole in the attic, and inside. 

	[color=00ffcc]"For how long?"[/color] Aloise asked, a realist to the end. She then started to scale the wardrobe herself, motioning for Liam to stay and watch with Sera. It'd be hard to explain what they had been doing, without explaining the existence of necromantics. And while more people knew about them, it wasn't enough yet for the police to accept their word at face value. 

	Eudora's cries won't appear to be answered at first in the dumbwaiter. No one will respond to her--not verbally, at least. However, something will catch her eye outside of the dumbwaiter, near the wreckage of the wardrobe. There is a small bracelet, with what looks to be several little coins attached to it. If Eudora looks at it, she'll recognize it as a gypsy charm, designed to protect the wearer from harm. There are thousands of knock-offs in the world, sold to just about anyone for any price--but this one, Eudora will realize, is genuine.