Quin kept silent throughout this leg as he finished his smoke and knocked the pipe clean outside the car. There were many more whisperings that he could hear, though they were more faint than they've ever been while present. Something about who he was with warded the whispers. Or perhaps there was something bigger...

His attention shifted upon the arrival of Mr.Randgriz, He gave the man a once over and noticed that he matched the description of one of the more famous detectives within the city. Rumors passed often about this man within the pubs, though Quin couldn't make anything of it. For the longest time, he thought he was the one going crazy. Well, until he had a run in with things that are slightly supernatural in form. As soon as Mr.Randgriz, Quin gave him a small grin. 
[color=39b54a]"Welcome to this motley crew Mr.Randgriz. I'm Quindaro, glad to have a seasoned detective here as a colleague for whatever this ministry really is for."[/color] He said offering to shake his hand briefly before returning to his thoughts. 

Slowly he realized they were pulling up to the estate, then immediately he felt a shift as soon as the oaks thickened the sky, there was a feeling, something was watching intently as the whispers intensified fully to the point where he almost could make out the words coherently. Then in a flash as soon as they crossed the gates, everything stopped immediately. No more whispers, no more being watched by the same being. Though there was a pulsing within this estate, something powerful magically. Something older, and it's something that wards off most magical beings that aren't permitted through the gates.

He continued to follow the group, his eyes found key parts of the structure, noting the Gothic architecture and giving a small chuckle, not many buildings follow this type of structure nowadays, though this building looked fit for royalty. As they made their way, he found he agreed with Miss Haven, the building itself was silent to him, more quiet than he was usually used to, the absence of the constant voices was more creepy than having a constant voice in his head. 

As he walked into the Drawing room, he noticed it looked like the sitting room of some kind of hunter or exotic traveler. He approached the coat rack and removed his duster coat and tophat, revealing a newer model of a Mauser C96 in his shoulder holster along with a few pouches that held vials close to him on his belt. [color=39b54a]"Quite the collector, this Weisskampf... eccentric to say the least. Though I wonder..."[/color] He glanced at the bar, but then to the bookshelf and made his way over to it, running his fingers over the dusted spines of the books. Anthropology, Bestiaries, Technical notes, Maps, there was many books on different topics, though he had a feeling there were so many more books hidden further within the manor.