Finding nothing of note in the room, 'Silas' simply and wordlessly searches around for a door. If Silas finds one, he walks out. If not, he goes back down the ladder, disgruntled.
Because this goshdarn game master forgot to mention if there's another exit to this place. Silly fairy. Do I have to do all the work myself?
After searching for a bit, Silas finds a door. He walks out of it and up the staircase, only to arrive back in the hallway with Jack and the others.
Vernon excuses his manners and focus's his attention on Annie for the moment, demeanor calm and soothing.
“It’s apparent that you have identified me by scent, Annie. You’re correct, I am a member of the Order, or so I should have been. Like yourself I was born in Waise and made to follow in the footsteps of my parents before me. I however did not succumb to their will. At a young age I rebelled against their teachings. In turn, the Order turned the townspeople against me by way of mind manipulation. I escaped this town by killing many of the townsfolk that perused me. For many years I managed to elude the Order and lived much as nomad travelling many lands. Eventually, however, I returned to Waise on account of an irresistible urge to procreate with a member of my own kind. I met a woman of the Order here. We loved each other… for a time. She swore to keep my existence a secret. Eventually, the powers in the child we bore alerted the Order of my presence. I was forced into hiding again, but this time I didn’t leave town. Instead, I changed my physical appearance and hid within the towns itself, taking up the role of the local Blacksmith. I didn’t flee because… I felt the need to keep a watchful eye on my daughter…. Annie, I was the first in a long line descendants to defy the Order. They have long since given up on me.” Vernon winks at her. “It is good to see my own daughter has followed in my footsteps.”
Annie takes a pace back, a deep breath denoting the impact of what she was hearing. She covers her nakedness by buttoning up the coat in the way it was meant to be worn. In turn, Vernon gives her a nod of approval.
“Your mother no doubt told you I had perished, or perhaps that I had left when you were young. …She lied to you.”
Annie does not speak, her face scrunches up in immense deliberation, eyes fixated on Vernon
Vernon now turns his attention to Ei.
“My daughters… pregnancy aside, I am grateful for the protection and kinship you have provided. I will endeavor to assist you in any way I am able in your purpose. There is a, uh… little problem, though. You may have heard the wolves outside. No doubt you did. They are not actual wolves, only the representation of them. They’re an extension of the Order, referred to as the Sanction. Members of the Sanction are represented in a way that proves safe in manner of murder without concern for the Order being further identified. Anyone in town who has been witness to the Order will perish at the hand of them today. Ei, before commencing on your personal pursuit, I suggest we take care of this problem. These people don’t deserve to die like this.”
"Well, I hadn't expected to meet your father, but judging by your expression you didn't either." Ei says, looking at Annie as she finally puts the clothes on as intended. When Vernon resumes talking, Ei resumes paying attention.
"Speaking of the Order, I had the... Pleasure of speaking with them, though not by my own will. Long story short they declared that they would take no action against us if we do not take action against them. While I do not consider the Order to be an ally, I do believe it is a good idea to leave them be, mostly because I do not feel like it's worth the effort to fight them. Theirs is a doomed endeavour anyway."
"As for stopping them from killing the witnesses, that is something that would not only cause direct conflict, it is also something I don't think of as being worth the effort. I personally feel that Humans deserve to die, no matter how. This group is no different, and they also have the added benefit of being replaceable."