"Are you sure they were ever here?" said the faun as she gazed around with steel eyes glowing with the sort of fury that would haunt children's nightmares.

It was true. It was if someone had never really been here, or had gone but perhaps months before. With her keen eyes Philomel could see the darker markings of where objects had been, those odd perfectly rectangular shapes on the wall that showed where the sun had never reached far enough to bleach the paint or wood. They stood out like bright red soldiers on a green hillside, declaring themselves and the mystery that surrounded the absence of the villains that were supposed to be here.

What had Shinsou said? Something about the fact that he needed her help, and knew where to strike, but beyond that Philomel had taken him as word. Her heart began to pound solidly in her chest as she spun around taking in the absence of everything. Even the carpet had been taken; there were marks were tacks had once bolted it down. The strange thing was however that there were no obvious signs, at least not obvious ones from this first brief look, that told that it had whole happened in a hurry. No obvious hastened footprints in dust to show that someone had whirled around, grabbing what objects they could and then fleeing this horrible mansion. Neither was there sign of any accidental damage done during such a rush, something that someone might even expect. No spilled water from upset vase, no stern scars in the ground from when a chair had been dragged haphazardly across the floor. Although was was this eerie emptiness that she did not quite understand.

Turning, she met eyes with her darling Fox who is now back to his normal size, all embers fading from his coat. Chest heaving up and down with the anxiety of uncertainty, she stared at him and they shared a knowing gaze.

"An archive you say?" she asked, not hiding the speculation in her voice.

Some people might have said that this was the trap, that her dear friend here had actually been leaving her all the time into chaos. After all, she was the Matriarch, a woman loved by many, but hated by the other half. Certainly, there were bounties for her head, and some of them might be from this changed Brotherhood that Shinsou spoke of. Shinsou could be part of some rouse to lure her into a place of death and pain – but then this was him they were talking about. The man who had never failed her, not once. No she has not been a fool to come with him by herself and her allies tonight.

Looking around the room she found a doorway, pristine and unbroken. Lifting up her Nameless sword she gestured at the doorway with its curved blade.

"Might as well start somewhere," Philomel suggested, with a little more power this time.