[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]𝕄oving 𝕆n π•Œp: 2[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]β‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Žβ‰Ž[/color][/right] Lord Bardolf continued on his way, moving from the Starry Salon into the Central Hallway and towards the stairs. He potted Quinton with several others that seemed to be following them, one of which was injured. He stopped by the bottom right stair case and rose a brow. "Report?" he asked. Quinton stepped forward and whispered against his ear. The lords eyes narrowed a bit. "Another dead?" he grumbled the question and Quinton nodded. Rubbing his temples she shook his head. "Make sure it is cleaned up." Quinton nodded again. "And that one?" he asked motioning towards the now demasked Dr. Swamp. "Shot sir," Quinton said stepping back from the Lord. The look Bardolf gave him was an obvious questioned expression on his features. "That one," he answered the unasked question as he motioned towards Professor Walnut. "Guns destroyed." "Take care of matters," Badolf said before moving up the stairs. "And any stragglers." Casting a glance towards Moss. "As long as any can remember," he said to the question of how long the manor had been there. "And my family has been residing here as long," he said. That was not an uncommon thing. Such grand places and buildings were not products of times in recent history. They had been built before the books had gone blank. As much as anyone knew, that was before the storms had come. Quinton stepped back over to those he was leading as the lord began to ascend the stairs, "we'll wait until they are mostly on their way," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Edna had left the stair case on the flight down, through the doors that lead to the balcony that over looked the Ballroom, shutting it behind her. The man in which Blush was speaking to shrugged a bit. "I am sure that Lord Bardolf will be looking into the matter. He isn't exactly known for allowing things to happen on his property without punishment. Though, what help could other's provide us? Even if they had access. Snow has set in and who would dare enter the grounds without an invite?" he asked as he cast a glance her way before continuing up the stairs back to the landing on the next floor.