Drawn into a large room at the center of the left hall, she stood gathering what information she could about the chamber. A library or was it all just antiquities in this chamber? Katherine Stanwood would seem to fit among the later this night. Her white gown tattered along the seams and soiled at the hem of her small train, still soaked with the rain that had been allowed to fall upon her. Though she was in the latest fashion a fast pounding heart may not look with such care.

Steps were heard above her, voices shrill and aggitated. Silently she peered into the dark for some sign of the bodies that went with them. She stole a candlelabra from the mantle of the fire and began her path about the first floor. Old spirals of metal were at either side of the room... it was curious.

One hand held the candles aloft while the other took the first piece of twisted metal into its clutches. She climbed, one heel clicking properly, the other step mute for its break. Long black hair twisted down her back only making her face seem more a spectre of great beauty than a woman of deep sorrow.

She knew not how long it had taken her to reach the second floor but this too was empty. Still she felt a pain in her ankle and decided to rest there. Crossing the tiled floor with the click and dumb step, click and nothing, echoing in the empty chamber. She would sit before the fireplace of the lounge area... beginning the task of unbuttoning her tedious boots.

A woman in shambles keeping company with a few burning candles and her thoughts.