[b]Northern Orario:[/b]

How the large fellow had managed to get inside the fenced-off courtyard, much more so when the gate was locked, would forever be a mystery.  Regardless, he had arrived at the door to the large building, knocked and called out - even though nobody was present in the immediate vicinty. It thus took a little while, but eventually the door opened and a head popped out of the ajarred doorway. A bald fellow, with thick eyebrows, a goatee and a displeased frown on his face.

"What?" He said with a rough, croaky voice.

After the large boaz explained the istuation - as he perceived it - the bald man glanced over at the two kids, then back at the large home-invader.

"Ne'er seen those kids. If'n they be the laundry-maid's brats, she went home already. Now git." His speech was gritty and dismisive, obviously not keen on entertaining strangers. However, there must have been some kindness in his heart, or maybe he was just afraid the big one would keep pestering the abode unless he dangled a carrot infront of him. "Laundry-lady lives o'er at Daedalus' Street, take them brats there, ya find their mama." He added, closing the door in the grat tall one's face.

Of course, the children would be no help in telling him actually [i]where[/i] this street was - seeing aas they had been unable to find their way back home earlier. Of course, there were strangers on the street one could ask, so all waas not lost just yet. The kids in question stood back over by the fence and gate to the large house, waiting for the return of their behemoth hero. Anxiety mixed with hope in their eyes.

[b]Meanwhile at Warrior's Rest...[/b]

As Dahlia had entered the villa, she would notice at once that the interior of the building was as plain and unremarkable as the outside. A few tapestries, simple paintings and carpets were all the decorations to be found. There were lit floor-standing candlesticks to light the hallways and what looked to be a chandelier in the next room, a room that the large chienthrope headed towards right after entering.

The Goddess turned to her newly acquired, black-haired child and smiled slightly, raising an arm in a mock gesture of grandeur.

"Welcome to our Home, young one. Now, shall we go an--"

Unfortunately, the Goddess of Wisdom was interupted, as loud knocks banged on her front door. Then said door was forcefully opened and in rushed a stranger. Said stranger was not in full control of her own motion and proceeded to crash into the black-haired Dahlia - who, in turn proceeded to crash into Athena. A cacophony of clattering, thudding and outrageed or confused yelps were heard as the trio somehow meged into a living ball and slammed against the wall on the far-end of the hallway... The large man returned, none too rushed or perturbed by the noise, arriving to see three young ladies lying entweined and entangled on the floor in a heap. At this sight he raised a signle eyebrow, then turned to walk back away...

"G-Grent, you fool! Can you not see your Goddess is in danger!?" The indignant God cried as she tried to wrest herself free from the situation.
"I'm sure the Goddess of Wisdom and Tactical Warfare can manage something like this." The man said, not even stopping or turning his head.
"You traitor! No dinner for you tonight!"
"Guess I'll be eating out then."

The situation did [i]not[/i] improve, as soon after this exchange, the door to the villa flung open again and new arrivals - six in total - barged into the hallway. Unfortunately, they too were in too great of a hurry to stop or abort their momentum, and the result was another six bodies added to the pile of on the floor. Grunts, squeals, insults, questions, panic and anger all streamed from the cluttered mass on the ground, with everyone pulling every which way to try and free themselves, only to snag, clutch or trip over someone else. At this additional racket, the head of the young pallum woman who had delivered Dahlia's letter arrived.

"What's with all the ruckus, Grent?" She asked, walking through what looked like a dining room, to get to the hallway.
"Nothing important." The man grunted.
"Sounds like fun!" The pallum exclaimed energetically.
"To watch, maybe." Grent's lip ever so slightly turned upwards.
"Stop commentating and help me!" Athena demanded. "Just what's going on here anyway!? Who are you people?"