[center][h1][color=Goldenrod] Noah Griffin [/color][/h1][/center] 
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When Yin fell to the back of the group, Noah scrutinized the fox from his peripheral vision. The creature was the most violent one at the drop of a hat. It increased Noah’s desire to completely avoid the aggressive thing.  

The thief's attention distracted by an approaching woman, he slipped to the front. The more distance between Yin and himself, the better. Noah's progress came to a halt behind an individual who was lost in his own world. Head bent down, he scratched away on his paper and seemed intent to capture everything. Drawn by the sounds, Noah studied the younger man. Not wanting to be rude, he forced his sight to drift elsewhere. 

That’s when he caught the fox weaving all the way back to the front. Noah gritted his teeth in silence. So much for that little idea working out well, he chided his luck. Trying to keep a low profile, he remained in place while the doors were opened. Shortly they were ushered in. The moment the doors boomed shut, Noah jerked in place. His head jerked over his shoulder as it became clear the known exit was blocked. They couldn't retrace their steps now. 

Depressed at this fact, his surveyed their current location. It blended elegance and monstrosity together well, an art twisted into a dark style. A perfect representation of those who dwell in this place.   

Any further lingering was disrupted when a deep voice spoke. Noah turned to note the owner, a twig of a man, as the individual reprimanded their shepherd. The crass look upon each of them reflected the disgust in his words at their present state.  

Noah drew in his breath but bit his tongue. Mentally he rolled his eyes. They were forced marched for a whole month's time, without a choice.    

Not wasting more time, the group was led down to what Noah assumed was the place’s bowels. Where else would you place the undesirables? Out of sight, out of mind fit this situation far too well for his liking. 

After Noah’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he was the first to notice the lack of modern advancement. The copper and brass hinges stuck out like a sore thumb to him. Dracula’s castle, from the old black and white movies, could’ve been this place’s twin. The whole place bled a brooding, ancient atmosphere. 

As the dark fae showed them around, Noah mentally made notes where everything was. The arrangements weren’t too shabby for what appeared to be the servants’ quarters. However, Noah knew no matter how you dressed it up, this place was still a cage.  

Before he learned the rules, he first needed a bath. He casually shuffled into the nearest room. After a brief search, Noah saw nothing bizarre causing him to relax. His hands removed his belt, with all his tools, followed by his shoes. He shoved them both underneath his chosen bunk. At this point, he was too filthy to care about neatness. Noah could practically feel the grit flaking off his scalp when he itched his head. It made him disgusted at his hygiene and drove him toward the bathing chamber.