[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]Not much time had passed at all, and already everything was descending into madness. First someone breaks through the floor, then the loudest scream the puppeteer had had the joy of witnessing through the auditory sense screamed out... but there was something wrong in it. For something so loud, it felt flat. Must be the fact how the woman consumed by her madness could not hold a believable note in the first place. But not only was it enough that one nut-job would break through the floor, there would be more. People followed the drunk like he was some well versed guide instead of more likely doing something in his impaired state.

Despite all this, the puppeteer made honest attempts at focusing on doing a quick patch job on the rips and tears on the Vistani guide's body, only to fail as now people began to start hollering out from downstairs. Good heavens, why couldn't they just... George crossed his arms across his chest, and one could swear the expression of the doll twisted towards the pouty side, though that might simply be mirroring the expression of the handler on the non-living thing. The barefoot man approached the broken hole in the floor, face slowly contorting to that of anger.

[color=tan]"Why yes, it is perfectly reasonable to break through the floor of an inhabited house, be it the inhabitant is not quite sane. And you would seek to plunder everything not nailed down too? George would like to point out that your behavior is nothing short of silly!"[/color] the man's voice carried an irritated message, followed by a puff of air through the nose. [color=tan]"And you would do so in front of not only the watchful gaze of the mirror, but the many painted eyes just as well! Were you raised on the rooftops, or perhaps in a barrel full of salted fish?"[/color] With that, the man puffed again and began turning back, before realizing that something else of importance was spoken.

This would require a bit of thought, it would. Why would the guide be buried? Would they not rise anew? This place could not be... The man pat a few spots of his body with the free hand and shook his head. No, that was not the case. So why? Crouching back down and looking to resume with what had already been underway, those thoughts raced free. Why was a burial in order? Was it the will of the victim? Or perhaps a decision of someone else? Were the Vistani unwanted rebels?

[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]...honestly, Talran was wondering if the Lady Anala was somebody he ought to look up to when it came to good will. For starters, she'd covered Lucian's ears without a second thought for her own hearing, which Talran would generally consider noble, if unnecessary. Were that all, he'd have naught to worry about, but she went on to explain more plainly than he had exactly why heading back outside was infeasible, and further comforted the boy in a way he'd perhaps failed to.

Then again, she was now looting this basement, the same as Mhyrienne and the newest, most drunken party member - something that George's puppeteer plainly explained wasn't exactly good-hearted. What followed was not necessarily sane, but his prime point remained valid.

[color=deepskyblue]'I'll try to prevent as much of the theft as I can,'[/color] Talran told Egil and the nameless puppeteer, a bit of annoyance on his face at the whole scenario. He was also being specifically called down by Lady Anala, anyway, so it was a doubly-good reason. [color=deepskyblue]'If you spy anything suspicious, just call for us.'[/color] With that said, he clambered his way down the rope too, landing next to the others as they engaged in their looting and passing-around of items. Oh, this wouldn't do, not at all- and right, he still had to discuss Mhyrienne's behavior earlier!

[color=deepskyblue]'Alright, let me make this clear to you all,'[/color] he uttered, talking to all three of the would-be thieves. [color=deepskyblue]'I understand that these items might not have been in use, but they are technically still owned by somebody, presumably whoever owns this house. Things might be different if the owner had nefarious ideas in mind for them, but so far as I can tell, her only crime is a loss of sanity due to grief. And you'd steal from a poor mad woman? For shame.'[/color] Frankly, he didn't expect to get through to these people, but the effort was important in and of itself. Following through after the fact, he pondered, might be a touch more difficult, but he'd have to see how that turned out as it happened.