Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180110023159

“Yes yes, Madame,” Orville dipped his head as he replied, hurrying over to her. He rummaged through the deceased’s drawers, placing whatever he found in a stack. From loose papers to books, he chose not to peer at them, leaving that job to Irene. Never did he search things without his gloves on.

James strolled through the hallways, on guard, now on duty to protect Irene when she decided to travel into the town. He overheard their conversation, muttering words under his breath as he walked past the closed door.