Lord Christopher Mortimer Edwards Voltaire the third walked at a...rather calm pace. The wind seemed to stop in its' tracks. The people were running into their homes to hide. He could hear them praying for him to leave quickly, wondering what he wanted, why he had shown up now after all this time. He smirked. He did not take such things seriously. With a wave of his hand, he cleared the path in front of him. Horses ran off. Wagons were tossed aside. Soon enough, there was nothing in or on the road upon which he walked. The count soon stood in front of the house in question. There was a unique knock on the door. He waited impatiently.