Clara
*Horace glances at Aka curiously, as she mentions cursed gold of some kind. As a thief, he couldn't help but show some interest in the word gold. Though he damns himself quickly, forsaking the thought as the depression in Aka's tone seeps in. Jerking his head for a moment to shake off any temptations as he looks to the disembarking Yakaiyo. His vision of her is cut short briefly as miss-colored hair brushes the elves sensations slowly. A smell entering his lungs as it does, the familiar scent of a thief laced to her. Maybe he should be warry of this new person, even with Aka's blessing. She walks around, toting herself rather provocatively. A liability in Horace's look, amateurish swagger with no brawn to back it up.*

*Despite his first impressions however, he respected Yakaiyo to much to say anything himself. Taking a final look up at the building ahead of them, then down at the bones on the floor.*
"Not a valuable in sight... Makes me curious as to where it all went. The black market is rather expansive..."

*Horace ponders aloud for a moment, stepping through the bone filed floor. Ordinarily, Horace hadn't much respect for corpses. The dead were dead, through fault of their own in one way or another. If he didn't know them, there wasn't much a reason to care now was there? Though in truth, Horace wasn't a grave robber, merely taking advantage of slain enemies to procure wears.*
Judy
*As the two make their way through the skeletons, Yakaiyo notices Celeana being careful not to step on them. The treton picks up a skull and throws it against the stone, shattering it.*

"These are the bones of elves. Hakaze's would have been larger, with more stab marks and blunt impact damage than anything. It's unlikely the elves had blades that could get through his armor through cuts. Disrespect these all you want, I insist; no, I *Request* That you do. These rats ruined my family. They do not deserve rest."

*The walls are bare, with nothing of worth. Seeing nothing, Yakaiyo decides to head up a cracked marble staircase, the railing stripped of its luster. If the two followed, they would see what seems like a sword shrine, smashed to pieces, black lacquer splintered apart to reveal the wood. No sword in sight is seen.*

"As expected. There should be one under the floor though."

*Yakaiyo knocks on the floor, and a section moves ever so slightly. Dexterously, she removes the section, only to find a blank space.*

"What??!!"
Vanessa
*Until that moment, Celeana's footsteps made absolutely no noise. She could easily have been an assassin with how silently she moved. She didn't really care for Yakaiyo's demands, it wasn't like she knew what to look for when it came to bones. She was worried on stepping on the few that Yakaiyo cared about.*

"I'm not well versed on remains, or your family."

*She said as she intentionally stomped on a skull which a loud crunch. It was more to appease Yakaiyo than for her own enjoyment. She trailed behind thr vampire as they accended the stairs, again regaining her silent footsteps. She broke away from the group once they reached the top, focusing on clearing their surroundings. She didn't even check the first hallway before grabbing twin daggers from behind her back.*

*She spun around to see Yakaiyo kneeling over a hole in the floor. She really expected an ambush or some threat. Hell, even the big guy attacking, anything attacking.*

"Can we not scare me to death?"
Clara
*Horace tilts his head slightly as Yakaiyo seems to recognize the bones themselves. He couldn't tell the difference between them, reaching down as he picks another skull off the ground. Rotating it and squinting his eyes at the details, eventually sighing as he tosses it carelessly behind him.*

"A morbid skill..."

*Continuing on with the two, Horace strolls around the castle abit more casually. Hands in his pockets, investigating his surroundings briefly, surely not as thorough as Celeana. Stepping up the ruined stares, running his finger across the decrepit wood. He wondered how long this place had been abandoned... How long Yakaiyo had really been alone. He'd known Aka for the better part of a year now, but who knows how long she'd been out here... The fleshless bones at the front didn't inspire confidence to say the least.*

*Horace stays closer to Aka, carful not to get in her way if possible. He watches idly as she shrugs off the destroyed stand, instead going for the floor. Though to her surprise, a sword there is not lying under the hidden plate.*

"Guess someone got to it first... Someone who knew the castle quite well apparently."