Unexpected company

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Date: June 11th, morning
Location: In front of the manor
Status: Public
Summary: Two mystery guests appear.


A car pulled up in front of the manor and swerved neatly into a free parking space. After a moment, the front doors opened, and two men got out. Both were tall and lean, but any semblance between them ended there. Where one of them wore his blonde hair cropped short, the other, a dark-skinned, dark-eyed fellow looking a good fifteen years younger than his fair-complexioned companion, sported an unruly mane of black curls, hardly tamed by a loose tie at the nape of his neck. The former wore the suit to match his well-groomed appearance, the second made do with worn jeans and a sleeveless shirt.

The dark one walked around the car to stand with the driver.

"It's out of the way enough to check, I guess," he mused.

"It's too far," the other replied. "He never could have made it this far."

The dark one snorted. "You've no idea what a man can do if he sets his mind to it."

"Not after I'm through with him," the other told him.

That made his companin grin. "Point being," he said, "you weren't through with him yet or he wouldn've have gotten away. Now let's get going."

They started ambling towards the house.

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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."

[jan_skovasja]

Jan watched this a little nervously. What should he do, if Miss Heerkens went upstairs with these two to show them the rooms? He had no excuse to follow them, but didn't feel it would be right to stay behind either. Who knew what they might do once they were alone with her?