“Try to keep it that way.” He said, exiting the door and, quickly as was decent, exited the madhouse entirely. He heard a godawful noise followed by the sound of groaning wood and a tremendous crack. Someone clearly broke something important on the second floor. He hesitated, wondering if Crimson could handle the task he had set her. The sight of her shrinking away from him whenever he so much as looked at her causing him to doubt the wisdom in placing her in charge of so many mad birds. There was a familiar sounding shout, a flash of red light out of the second storey windows and a yelp of one of the alchemists. He smiled, she’ll be fine so long as he isn’t standing over her.