Solaire slowly came to his senses and almost immediately he went into a state of panic. Instinctively he gripped his cane and nearly jumped to his feet but fortunately he was able to calm himself by clutching his rosary and analyze the situation. Once the rush of awakening died down the priest cautiously looked around the room, seeing other people who he was not familiar with. Next he knew that he was in some sort of dinning hall, and a grand one at that. The food selection here was as fine as those found in a noble court, with sights and smell worthy of a painting. However some of the food appeared to have already been eaten and Solaire neither felt full nor had any particular tastes in his mouth. He doesn't remember eating anything.

In fact, he doesn't even remember coming inside this mansion.

Though relaxing into his seat Solaire felt his belongings underneath his seat, his coat was still on, and with a shuffle of his feet he could tell there were still dirt on his shoes by the noise they made. He most certainly did not enter this place of his own free will, or else he would have properly left his bag elsewhere, hung his coat, and cleaned his shoes before making a mess on the carpet. But he does not remember how he entered this mansion in the first place. He certain knew it's existence and why he was here, but his most recent memory prior to awakening was merely requesting entry. He didn't even get a yes or a no before he woke up here. His head was not sore nor his body sluggish, so he knew he was neither drugged nor knocked unconscious. He was quite familiar with both. Which only lead the priest to one conclusion.

This place was controlled by a profane presence, a demon of some sort, who had taken Solaire as a prisoner.

The cleric already had a feeling that this mansion was haunted by an entity of maligned interests, though admittedly Solaire has never actually faced something this powerful before. Indeed, he's never actually been presence nor involved in any sort of exorcism, and to his personal shame he had always thought such things were nothing more than mere slight of hand and cunning to ease the mind of the superstitious. A suitable punishment for one such as he to believe that there surely couldn't really be a higher power between mere mortals and his god. After all, what is a god without a devil to tempt mortals from their path? Even a holy person like Solaire himself would be a ripe target from such demonic influences, turning even the most devout and faithful into a gibbering heretic.

[color=goldenrod][i]"I must stay strong. Even if this evil is greater than my mortal self, my faith will overcome whatever vile influence it will try on me."[/i][/color]

Soon a voice spoke up. It was from a young girl, finely dressed, who addressed those at the table and welcoming them to her mansion. She couldn't have been older than fifteen, perhaps even seventeen years old. Solaire knew that the patron of the household was married, but Solaire did not gather enough information to know if they had any children. While the man of the cloth suspects foul play, he would remain polite and in control of himself, less dark voices taint his spirit. [color=goldenrod]"Thank you for inviting us to this fine meal. I apologize for any mess I've made. I don't believe we've been properly introduced however. I am Solaire Astora, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss...?"[/color]