The blunder receives some rather soft chuckling. It seems he has toned down the dramatics now that there's a real threat about. "It's past the prime season where foolish mortals wander into here," he explains, "and the preparations for such a sudden guest were a little too hasty for full introductions." That Noah has gone so far to try finding Cameron instead of attempting abandonment is a fact more important than shared blood.
Hmm. A question that he wasn't entirely expecting. Not that it matters. "I do not. My title is a far better descriptor than whatever I may have been called in life, besides."
To avoid continuing too far down this conversational path, the Host stands himself on the banister and claps sharply for attention. "Residents! I see our mortal guest has gone astray. Despite your best efforts, I'm sure." His voice has an edge. There had been an ounce of trust in at least the Organist to pay attention.
It seems not. A few of the seated haunts seem a touch sheepish, while the others only seem to notice at the Host's own words. Muttering among themselves, the ghosts begin to look somewhat displeased. Murmurs of annoyance that the guest of honor walked away float up. A few of the dancers, now still, point up in Noah's direction.
"Yes, we've another. I regret to say the tour has been cancelled due to thievery." That garners a few double-takes and risen brows; finally, the Organist turns his head back (unnaturally far) to give the Host a look. "The summoning spellbook has been taken. Any surprise calling is to be ignored as best as you can manage. The mortal is to be gently confined into a single room if one of you find him before we do. I repeat, gently. Has any apparition perhaps seen where he may have fled?"
Against his hopes, a single haunt--one of the ladies leading the dance--points to the Host's left, down the hall. Where he prepared to be heading in the first place, but now...
His sigh sends the cobwebs twenty feet around into a shiver. "I see. Thank you." He will apologize to her at a later point for not sounding particularly genuine.
Turning back to Noah, his voice is grave. "No matter what we may find in the Attic, I warn you to treat the lady inside with the utmost respect. The both of your safeties may hinge upon it."
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Date: 2019-01-05 10:27 pm (UTC)Hmm. A question that he wasn't entirely expecting. Not that it matters. "I do not. My title is a far better descriptor than whatever I may have been called in life, besides."
To avoid continuing too far down this conversational path, the Host stands himself on the banister and claps sharply for attention. "Residents! I see our mortal guest has gone astray. Despite your best efforts, I'm sure." His voice has an edge. There had been an ounce of trust in at least the Organist to pay attention.
It seems not. A few of the seated haunts seem a touch sheepish, while the others only seem to notice at the Host's own words. Muttering among themselves, the ghosts begin to look somewhat displeased. Murmurs of annoyance that the guest of honor walked away float up. A few of the dancers, now still, point up in Noah's direction.
"Yes, we've another. I regret to say the tour has been cancelled due to thievery." That garners a few double-takes and risen brows; finally, the Organist turns his head back (unnaturally far) to give the Host a look. "The summoning spellbook has been taken. Any surprise calling is to be ignored as best as you can manage. The mortal is to be gently confined into a single room if one of you find him before we do. I repeat, gently. Has any apparition perhaps seen where he may have fled?"
Against his hopes, a single haunt--one of the ladies leading the dance--points to the Host's left, down the hall. Where he prepared to be heading in the first place, but now...
His sigh sends the cobwebs twenty feet around into a shiver. "I see. Thank you." He will apologize to her at a later point for not sounding particularly genuine.
Turning back to Noah, his voice is grave. "No matter what we may find in the Attic, I warn you to treat the lady inside with the utmost respect. The both of your safeties may hinge upon it."