Rose was jogging back to the manor after a wonderful morning run - complete with a small chase and a tasty rat for breakfast - when she saw two strangers afoot and one in a car. The two afoot seemed rather mismatched in their whole attire, was the first thing she saw. Then the morning breeze carried their scents with it, or rather their scent. For people who looked so different they smelled remarkably alike. Somehow clean without the additions many humans preferred, like deodorants or aftershaves or perfumes, but with a whiff of something like herbs or spices and.. Blood. Old blood, dried, faint, probably already washed off. But most definitely blood.

That made Rose slow her steps remarkably, her brow furrowed. Two strange men smelling of blood didn't really sound like good news to her. But still, not talking to these men wouldn't bring any answers as to who they were or what they wanted.

She walked slowly closer, keeping an eye on all three men so she wouldn't miss any sudden movements or one of them drawing a weapon.

"Good morning, sirs."