Reading the letter was strange for Gino. Merely skimming the writing clearly conveyed its message to the skeleton with perfect clarity, while focusing on the characters inscribed upon the page revealed only gibberish. It was strange magic indeed that enchanted this note.
Their mysterious host was away, and would be gone for a short time longer. Everyone was entitled to their own room on a first-come first-served basis, and there was supposedly enough "food" to sustain them all for a while. Gino briefly speculated if everyone present would be accommodated for in regards to unique diets; Gino himself wouldn't require any food at all...
And then one line in the letter hit Gino like an avalanche.

[quote]To ensure the safety of this manor, there are several security systems in place. Do not worry, these will not activate unless hostile intent or human life is detected, and for the most part these blend into the building or are unseen entirely.[/quote]

If Gino would still be considered a human being, the magic here would have interfered with his arrival. It was official: he was an undead monster. The skeleton stared holes in the passage, immediately becoming frustrated when the individual words stopped making sense to him. The skeleton allowed the paper to float gently back onto the bed as he turned and left the room. He took a reaffirming glance at the key he'd retrieved and turned to face the door again. He hesitated for a moment, silently questioning the finality of it all before locking the door and stowing the key in a belt pouch.

Gino projected his voice as much as the magic that animated his bones would allow.
"[color=ec008c][b]THE HOST IS AWAY. WE'RE ENCOURAGED TO CLAIM BEDROOMS...APPARENTLY.[/b][/color]" the skeleton began to wander back down into the foyer, eventually sitting down on the bottom-most stairs.
"[color=ec008c][b]SUPPOSEDLY THE KITCHEN IS STOCKED, IF ANY OF YOU ARE HUNGRY.[/b][/color]" Some of them must have been. There was no doubt that some of the other visitors had been travelling for quite some time, and at least somebody here probably still needed to eat to survive.

The former human still didn't feel comfortable approaching any of them until they had settled in, but chose to make himself readily available in the foyer in case his assistance was needed. He was personally much more relaxed knowing that the host had anticipated hostility, and claimed to have precautions in place in case things got ugly.

Gino glanced around the foyer and took it all in. Could such a thing really work? Could they really be safe here?