Manor of Origin (REDUX)

Archie’s eye begins to twitch.
He points a finger at Inquistor.
"After we deal with the friendly cannibal, me and you are gonna have some friendly words between friends."
Then, muttering, he exits into the laundry room and towards the hallway.

Banshee escorts the girl, but half expects her to return to Faux. Her attention is on the door following Archie. "Not too far, Archie. Tis ambushers about."

Louis raises an eyebrow at the Inquisitor’s insistence on talking to the cannibal. He appreciates the need for more information, but he very much doubts that this malicious entity is a friend in the making.

"I like Danzig’s idea," he says, as the group begins to file out of the laundry room. "If the cannibal is intent on scurrying around under the floorboards like a rat, then it is only fitting that we set some sort of trap. Perhaps not now, but later, when he’s not expecting it."

Gharn turns to the others, having a "what's-gotten-into-him" look and follows Archie to the hallway.
They walk silently past the door that led them to the hallway and stopped right outside the door on the right end of the intersection.

"Ready to find out what this place has in store for us?"

Gharn approaches the door cautiously and checks for any magical traces on it.

"Well, this is new for this place... Mister Faux, would you have a look here please? I'd say you are better qualified than I am to deal with this one."

"This is the same kind of barrier that was on the other door, I don't think it's possible to get through here now, we need more Orbs"

Two large serrated knives whistle through the air towards Faux and Inquistor.
A raspy chuckle can be heard from the walls.
The knife heading for Inquistor will likely just bounce of his armored figure, the one headed for Faux however, is seeking his right eye.
It’s a horrible moment in time as the world becomes tinged in green.
A shot rings out, sparks fly as the dagger is shot out of its flight mere inches from Faux’s face.
A stunned silence fills the hall as all eyes fall on the smoking gun, Eris, (that had no bullets) in Chariot’s hand, his eyes faintly glowing with emerald light.

"Merde!" The word comes out of Luc's mouth in a tone of surprise and relief. Around him, small traces of protective magic began to dissipate, Luc was ready to cast Shield, but he knew, he wouldn't be able to cast the spell in time.

A sparking flame appears in the palm of his hand, as he prepares to cast Fire Bolt on any monster that appears from the direction the knife came.

Luc quickly looks at Chariot, the speed at which he fired impress him and his glowing eyes puzzle him but he thinks to himself: I don't know how you managed to do this, but I'm glad you were here!

Luc calms down for a moment when he realizes that no one is coming to attack the group.

"Chariot! That was impressive! You saved my life! Thank you for that! Merci!" He approaches the Centaur and shakes his hand in gratitude.

Luc looks around for the knife that almost killed him, he picks it up and puts it in his backpack.

Louis blinks in confusion, looking at the smoking gun in his hand and then back to Faux, completely mystified. That was… weird. As the rest of the group all turn to stare at him, he quickly composes himself and feigns nonchalance.

"…Any time," he replies smoothly as he accepts Faux’s handshake. A small frown creases his brow as he carefully stows Eris at his side, but there is no other sign that he was at all surprised by what happened.

"Eh. So talking about ambush, I guess it backfired." Gregory looks around to his companions "This situation is becoming irritating. Mister Faux, and all of you, do you guess we can spare a moment to summon little helping beasts? They would help as lookouts for ambushes and be quick to follow cannibal in whatever hole he hides. Also, if he is cannibal, maybe he will not eat birds or mice, eh?"

Banshee wonders about that. "Magic, yes, we should begin to become more aggressive about finding information. I could beseech the primal forces to give us a clue, or question the dead. Determining the location of the hunter would be very wise, yes, very wise, given what just happened with Faux."

She looks with wonder at the gun.

"I mean, yeah! If you guys want to take a break I would definitely support it. Now that we have components, I could also try Identifying the Orb, maybe we can find something interesting." Luc shows some concern.

I have a feeling this would be the perfect time for these monsters to attack us. We've been teased with false alarms for a while now. The Thing is getting more and more aggressive.

Archie crosses his arms and frowns.
"So we gotta decide wether we want to wait until it loses its patience, or make haste to wherever it’s waiting for us to go. Either way I’d say it probably has the advantage, given that it’s probably still watching us."

"So maybe we hide in secret room with graves, yes? We make preparations. We try magic" the last bit said with a hint of greed and hunger "We can go around room and then room: but how long? Every room, it could be a secret full of magic" he gestures back " or just empty room with rags and murderer hiding in rags. I would like to do without the murderer at least, yes?"

Louis falls into step beside Faux as they all make their way back to the secret grave room to make their preparations. "While you’re at it with the orb, would you mind identifying the pistol I found? I’m afraid there’s a lot I still don’t quite understand about it."

"Oh yeah! Of course! I feel like I owe you one so it would be my pleasure to help!"

"What went on back there? Was that some kind of trick shot you have been practicing?"