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[right][color=#AAAAAA]Location: [/color] 666 Mystic Lane, MA  [/right]
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	As Xan was speaking with those who stood farther from the house, he failed to notice when some of those lingering around had become stiff and facing the door. However, he did not miss the violent opening of said door. A powerful gust of wind blew from the house. It was enough to blow the one who opened the door into the porch rails, which held surprisingly well for its condition. If Xan was wearing a hat, he’d surely lose it in the squall that emanated from the house. Xan watched as shortly after the burst of wind, four of the others were pulled into the house, rapidly, and maybe even violently. Xan couldn’t tell. One moment they were suspended in the air, and the next they were stashed away within the house's gullet.

	As wood strained and snapped, and the tree groaned as bark splintered, the house was beginning to repair. The dilapidated house was steadily becoming presentable as bits of glass fused together into panes. The gaps and crevices rats probably made their homes in sealed. The paint brightened while it peel mended. The tree that once invaded the side of the house now carried a large canopy of lively green leaves. Xan stood speechless. Only moments ago did he comment on how magic might make house keeping easier, and now here it was. This left Xan with a thought.

	“The house just ate them.” was the first thing that came to his mind. But as he pondered, it finally made sense. He clapped his hand with a grin like he just figured it out.

	“The house ate them in order to repair itself. It needed the magical energy of us fledgling wizards to finally rejuvenate its aching boards.” Xan said dramatically. “It was all a trap, and here we fell for it, yeah?” Xan laughed. He felt a bit giddy. This was quite a first impression, and Xan wanted more. He watched as a couple of the others had already climbed the stairs onto the freshly remade and refreshed porch. One peered through a window and the other was still making her way up. Xan decided to join them.

	With swift steps, Xan quickly followed the two girls up the stairs. Despite his size, he made only a faint sound with each foot fall. The music stemming from the house echoed louder than he steps. His quiet approach was further hidden below the shouting from the girl at the window. As he got behind them, he clapped a hand on either shoulder of the girls, holding them close to either side of him. He placed his head between the two of theirs’. 

	“Could you see any remains in there? I bet they were taken to either a boiler room, or maybe somewhere in the basement, yeah? That is probably where its stomach is.” Xan also peered into the window. To his slight disappointment, all he could see was normal interior furnishings and décor. Wooden cabinets with molded crowns, velvet upholstery chairs and lounges with studded gold rivets, large portraits of art surrounded in thick carved frames, and large smooth rugs over shiny dark wooden floors. A scene Xan was not unused to. Xan leaned back away from the window. He brought his arms back to his side, releasing his two female comrades from his hold.

	“As far as predator houses go, this one is pretty nice, yeah?” Xan commented as he spotted someone in his peripheral vision. Xan took a step back to watch as the person walked on by. He thought he was the last to arrive, but this new figure casually strode right up the porch and into the house without any hesitation. Xan pointed it out to the girls next to him.

	“Well, if he’s going in, we might as well, yeah?” Xan nudged Sally and Gwyn towards the front door before he ultimately walked in himself, not checking if those two would follow him in. Though the house had received such a miraculous makeover in the course of a few minutes, there was still an air of mustiness. He stopped for a moment to get a better look around. Yep, the benefactor had quite expensive tastes. Either that, or the house was really into fine dining. Xan followed the newest arrival into the next room. The spacious living area was decorated more or less the same to the entry hall. Not that Xan expected anything less. He looked to see that those who were taken against their will gathered together onto a wide ornate couch. Drinks were floating before them, and cleaning supplies were, well, cleaning. A faint waft of something cooking touched Xan’s nostrils. Xan had arrived in the new room just in time to hear Tristan comment the arrival of the benefactor.

	“Oh, yeah?” said Xan as he walked next to Tristan, “Could still be the house, given what we’ve just witnessed. Though, it doesn’t look like you guys were the meal, yeah? At least, not yet.” Xan took a couple slow steps towards the four others on the couch. There was a sense of concern and confusion, which Xan could understand, given how they were abducted. But now that they were comfortable, perhaps things would look up from here.

	“That said, I wonder if the other’s are coming.” Xan turned around to see if perhaps the two he was with followed, or anyone else who was still outside for that matter. Xan took a deep breath in, “Hey! I think it’s safe to come in!”