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They did not have a cohesive plan. Olivia and Jordan were both in favor of pretending to be dumb tourists, and sure that was simple up until the questions caused an eyebrow raise from the butler. Then, old man Thornton would have questions of his own and [i]five girls went missing after poking around.[/i] But a fake podcast on spooky swamp tales or shady small towns would raise those same sorts of questions. Neko suggested winging it, and maybe she was right; who didn’t love talking some shit about a past employer.

Nori seemed more focused on a flock of crows. Had those crows followed them from the coffee shop? Weird but birds were weird creatures, and the group's bird enthusiast was feeding them. [color=FF6101]“Someone’s having luck making friends with the locals. If anyone’s got a pocket full of butterscotch candies maybe the same trick’ll work on Thornton.”[/color] He said, to no in particular, but Jordan was already up at the cabin peaking into a window and Neko was knocking at the cabin door. 

Wing it and hope they weren’t the next set of five to go missing. He headed up the porch steps to the door right as it swung open. Blake greeted the group and was quickly joined by paid company. Wyatt knew it was ridiculous, but he had imagined the man answering the door would be in a suit with white gloves, but this guy looked like he’d be right at home at the Playboy mansion. If there was a worse time to interrupt an old man, he struggled to think of one. 

Wyatt cleared his throat. [color=FF6101]“At ‘ease general, yer private’s still salutin’.’”[/color] He said giving the haphazardly robbed butler a casual salute before using that hand to gesture towards the man’s robe. [color=FF6101]“Sorry for the interruption. We’re hoping for a quick chat.”[/color]