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Kidd had finished examining the near interior of the room, while the girl mostly followed along quietly behind him. They had briefly talked but he found it difficult to drag more than a few words out of her. "You must still be sad about your friend," Kidd noted. "Don't worry, you two will meet again."

Despite his reputation, and the things he had done in the past, Kidd was oddly a bit of a sentimental type.

The first thing they had noticed were the odd barnacles growing on the roof of the room. Not wanting to disturb anything too much, Kidd had decided to call in the inspector. "So, what do you think?" Kidd inquired. "We're nowhere near the ocean. It really creeps me out."

Jamison examined the ceiling for a few moments, then looked down at the floor. There were no signs of tampering but it was impossible to be sure. "Hm." He didn't say anything outwardly, but his brain was making a few passes at the situation.

Cain's letters had talked about them finding something buried 'under' the estate. Finding something high up like this didn't match the threat which had been described in Cain's notes. Of course, there was always a simple explanation. And in a situation like this, where seconds could make the difference, Jamison thought it might be better to cut things short with Occam's Razor.

"Assuming the corruption came from below, this should mean it's spread through the entire building. Also," the Inspector tapped his foot on the floorboard below him. "We should assume there are heavy threats lurking beneath us right now."

"Well, you certainly shouldn't alert them with that tapping," Kidd said, a bit agitated. "And Mr. Heavy Armor here clunking around in his boots can't be helping either."

Aaron almost seemed to examine himself in that moment. Then he looked at Fah and shrugged.

"Relax, Kidd. Whatever slumbers here, I don't think we've woken it yet," Jamison noted. "If we did, we would already know it." His hand went to his face, rubbing at his chin as he thought about the situation. Were they prepared to face an unknown threat in an unknown location? Or was it better to gather more information first?

The others were looking at him expectantly, and Jamison never did like being rushed. He anxiously came up with the quickest solution and blurted it out. "Well, it seems as if you two have been able to tread lightly enough not to stir anything too dangerous. Why don't you go a bit further in. We three will hang near the door until we have more information."

Kidd seemed okay with that, and Jen didn't say much. She fiddled with her glasses for a moment and then slid them back onto her face before quietly slinking off after Kidd.

Aaron backed off toward the door but remained slightly on the inside. He wanted to be ready to jump into action if anything happened. Despite his easygoing nature he had a somewhat low opinion of others. This ability of his, which allowed him to keep his distance emotionally from people, also allowed him to not get too invested in them. That was why he could always remain calm and relaxed, and people mistook him for being nice as a result. But in a situation like this he could only think about one thing; Aaron didn't trust anyone else other than himself to deal with whatever jumped out at them next.

Fakeru was heading for the door when the absolute worst happened. The hem of her dress got caught on a loose nail that was protruding outward from one of the split support beams. "Yowch," she cried out in a light voice as the feeling of the fabric pulling against her skin snapped her into place. Rather than going the way she wanted, her body jerked and she nearly lost her balance. Then, all she could do was turn and wrestle with the garment to try and pry herself free.
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