Manor of Origin (REDUX)

Archie makes eye contact with Inquisitor, his face betraying no obvious emotion other than the usual cockiness.
"That little bird is an old call sign, used by thieves and mercenaries back where I’m from. It’s a bit odd, but not impossible."
His eye twitches half way through the statement, it’s most likely true but not the whole truth.
He goes back to sifting, awaiting a consensus.

"Let me check" Luc slowly approaches the door and checks for traps and also checks if he sees anything inside the room.

Luc lights a torch with a tinderbox and proceeds to check the room.

Banshee nods, and moves toward the door indicated by Inquisitor. She lowers the hammer grip a little, ready for a short punch attack with it if anything jumps out at her.

Luc starts checking the cleaning supplies for something interesting and also looks for something in the cabinet.

"Many clothes, from many places and times. This, not even my babcia... grand-mother, that is... is old enough to have bought." says Greogry, casually kicking an abandoned shoe. Then looks at Archie "Where are you from? I was thief and soldier in Old Germanic Empire first, then in Boston area. I have seen many such signs, yes!" the Polish rogue tries to pry a little bit of history out of this companion.

Though he hates the idea of not having both hands free, Gregory unpacks his hooded lantern, to project a more focused light in the cleaning room. Rather than sifting through the supplies, he crosses the room to see what lies ahead.

Archie gets up to look at Danzig. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. "My crew did our jobs in England. We were more theives than mercenaries. Heists were what we specialized in. What kinda work did you get up to in Germany?"

Louis was lost in thought for a bit there, but he snaps out of it and moves into the other room to help investigate. The little bird carving catches his eye…

Louis leans down to look at the symbol closer and then frowns. "This is not a symbol I recognise. Forgive me if this is a strange question, 'Archie', but what year was it when you were taken?"

Archie raises an eyebrow."1880."
You don’t know how, you don’t know why, but he is lying, and he is lying hard. Chariot can see right through him, he won’t be getting anything past him.

Louis raises an eyebrow right back at him. "Hm. And you’re from England, right? Tell me, are you at all familiar with the legend of Robin Hood?"

When the words fail to leave the centaur’s mouth, Archie only has one thing to say.
"Shit."

"Ha!" says Louis, lightly stamping his hooves out of sheer surprise and delight. He grins and gives ‘Archie’ a quizzical look. "So, what is your calling card doing in a place like this? And why were you lying about it?"

Archie places the palms of hands to his eyes and rubs."Well first of all, if I came out and said I’m a legendary thief who died centuries ago, would you believe me or think I’m crazy?"
He sighs. "Didn’t really feel like giving a reason to distrust my sanity in this godforsaken house."

He removes his hands and looks Chariot in the eyes."The worst part is I have no clue why those are here. Which is concerning for two reasons. One, those marks aren’t exactly in the stories so nobody would know to put em up to mess with me. Two, if it was me, I don’t remember doing it, which is terrifying."

"If that Voice can pluck our names from our tongues, it is not unreasonable to suspect it might be able to steal birds from our heads as well. For all we know, the Voice could have seen that mark in your memories and put it here to make you doubt yourself," Louis reassures him. "...Nevertheless, I think we should keep an eye on you, just in case, to make sure you’re not being forced to do things without your knowledge." He pauses to think and then asks, "How long have you been trapped here anyway?"