Through the pantry. Faolan follows after Daryl, who seems to know something of the layout of the house. Maybe Faolan would too if his heart weren't in his throat and pounding like a drum. Sirius being able to smell Lancelot, the pair of them tracking him here, that still doesn't guarantee the other man's safety. His life. Each flicker of thought along that line stutters his heart faster, and he really would stop himself if he could.
They duck through the kitchen and into the pantry, and Faolan can't help thinking that if they really were holding Lancelot in a place like that, wouldn't they be protecting the kitchen more? Then again, maybe they werent expecting the company? Or maybe there are more of them waiting in the basement below.
Locating the door is easier said than done, however. Faolan makes a full circuit of the pantry and then the kitchen proper before coming back to the pantry again, swearing under his breath. "Damn it..." he mutters, before noticing conspicuous drag marks on the floor. Something heavy had been pushed through here, and recently. Disturbing the settled dust and scratching the wooden floor underneath. The marks themselves could have led either direction, but looking in the pantry the only thing heavy enough would be...
Faolan jumps forward towards a large, antique cupboard. That barely budges when he puts his whole weight into the effort. He swears again. "Help me move this!!" he calls out. Hoping that they've got all the vampires nearby at least. There's no way any of them are going to be able to do this one-handed.
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They duck through the kitchen and into the pantry, and Faolan can't help thinking that if they really were holding Lancelot in a place like that, wouldn't they be protecting the kitchen more? Then again, maybe they werent expecting the company? Or maybe there are more of them waiting in the basement below.
Locating the door is easier said than done, however. Faolan makes a full circuit of the pantry and then the kitchen proper before coming back to the pantry again, swearing under his breath. "Damn it..." he mutters, before noticing conspicuous drag marks on the floor. Something heavy had been pushed through here, and recently. Disturbing the settled dust and scratching the wooden floor underneath. The marks themselves could have led either direction, but looking in the pantry the only thing heavy enough would be...
Faolan jumps forward towards a large, antique cupboard. That barely budges when he puts his whole weight into the effort. He swears again. "Help me move this!!" he calls out. Hoping that they've got all the vampires nearby at least. There's no way any of them are going to be able to do this one-handed.