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	Stepping over to the one large one known as Titian, Lord Bardolf looked down over the railing to the floor below and then looked over to the stairs. Watching as more people started coming up. There were a few stragglers but it seemed they were coming. Titian had answered the question for him. There were at least three floors. Yet, that wasn't the entire answer. "Five, to be precise," he said as he stood there to answer Titian. While he hadn't been the one to ask the question, the one that had was still a bit behind. He was just answering in general at this point. Taking a breath he reached into his front vest pocket and pulled out a pocket watch, looking at it before slipping it back in. Not that time mattered right now. At this point whatever plans he had for this evening were no longer in play. 

	Downstairs in the Central Hall, Quinton was waiting for the rest to climb the stairs. "Pick up the pace before you get left behind," he said to any that hadn't moved onto the stairs as of yet before casting a glance towards the three that he would be escorting up to the Sewing Room. The large man that had been with them was now supposedly taking care of the ones that had never joined the main group. The one known as Creme was really dragging her feet about things. And when she got into the Central Hall, she didn't go towards the stairs, she went towards Quinton. He quirked a brow as he motioned for him to come closer. He quirked a brow as she spoke into his ear. "You sure about that?" he asked her and she nodded. "Fine, wait here for now then," he said flatly in a dry tone and crossed his arms over his chest. 

	A short woman came out from the balcony area of the second floor, she looked at the Lord of the Manor before nodding towards him and making her way down the opposite set of stairs that lead down to the Central Hallway. She looked around a moment before crossing the room and exiting it through the door on the west side of the house, shutting the door behind her. Quinton took notice of her and tilted his head to the side, like a dog in question but he didn't say anything. After a moment he looked towards Dr. Swamp. "Try not to bleed on the floor, I don't want to hear it from Margarete," he mentioned in passing before looking back at the group and hoping they would hurry the hell up.