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	Lord Bardolf looked over as people spoke, Jonas getting a motion from Quinton to go ahead and go take care of things. The large man turning and leaving the room, going back into the Grand Vestibule and then turning in the direction of the Breakfast Room before going out of sight. The lord of the manor looked towards Rave and rested his hand on the stair railing. "I would suspect it has been here as long but one cannot be sure. Records are so hard to come by in these matters, even after the storms came," he answered after a few moments. "Yes, I would think they meant to trap you here and I would like to believe that in that they are trapped as well but if this night has proven anything, even I do not know what all goes on under my won roof," he said as he balled his fist up against the railing. It was obvious the more than man thought about it the more he vexed he became. 

	Maestro glanced over to Blush and smiled slightly. "Then you shall soon, he said he would be joining us up in the State Dining Room shortly, might as well get a good seat. I have heard that seating has been a issue so far," he said before motioning up the stairs and continuing on his way. When they reached the third floor he stopped and glanced around. They were on the third floor balcony and could see down to the main floor. Blush had been through here a couple of times already. "Now for the long walk around to the State Dining Room," the Maestro mused outloud. "Shall we go or do you wish to wait here?"

	"Come now, let's be on our way, it is a long climb to the third floor," Lord Bardolf said before he continued on his way from the main floor to the second floor landing. The stairs turning at each landing and going up again. Quinton remained where he was and kept an eye on the three that were in his charge for now. 

	"Stay here until they have cleared the way," Quinton said in a dry tone as Lord Bardolf stopped on the second floor landing, waiting for a moment for those that needed to catch up to. He did not seem to want them anymore spaced out than they were already being.