[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bart recoiled a bit at Alicia, not especially used to people speaking quite like that to him, at least not in a very long time. He closed his eyes, and inhaled, before looking back over to Alexandra, who'd kept laughing. He was almost concerned the woman has some kind of madness. While he was all for laughing with her at the start, this seemed a tiny bit... unhinged to say the least. Not that he could blame her, Bart himself was holding onto the flayed bits of sanity that he had left. He almost wanted to reach out to stop her when he saw her running out, but quickly saw that James, (That was his name right?) had morphed back into a man, which acted to relieve a tiny bit of stress. He saw Alexandra seem taken aback for a moment, but at this point, she was too crazy to call, so for all he knew she could have seen a butterfly. 

	He was contemplating heading out to join the others at this point, knowing there were no more wild boars to be feared. On one hand, it's be good to go out, talk to others, and go into what would hopefully be a nonexplosive situation. Having a moment of peace would help a lot for sure. On the other hand, if anything crazier happened, he might snap, and breaking down into a puddle of tears in front of people he'd be spending a large amount of time with would certainly be embarrassing. He didn't think he if was quite at that point yet, but god if he wasn't nearing it. Making a decision, he gingerly inched out, taking one last look back at Sophia, and jerking his head forward, signaling to follow if she wanted.

	Bart started walking towards Alexandra, and squinted out into the distance, seeing some kind of glimmer, or distortion. Normally, some he'd right off immediately, but today, he knew it could be anything. He closer at it, but couldn't make heads or tails of what it was at the distance he was at. This made a stop for a split second; he did want a break from the weirdness, but he knew it would be pretty strange he he just suddenly turned back now. Instead, hew forced himself to continue forward, hoping against hope that things wouldn't get too strange. He just actively tried to look away from the shimmering light in front of him, still stealing a glance every few seconds, but otherwise, forcing himself to look towards Alexandra and Alicia. "[color=97e23b]So... Where'd The Hat run off to then?[/color]" He asked,  making conversation. Based on her earlier comment, he assumed she must have a pretty good idea, "[color=97e23b]Are tours still happening?[/color]"