The fire place roared performing little dances for all those who has an eye to see. 
The rain drummed the song embers danced to. "Tik, Tik, Tik."
The night was filled with howls of those long past calling out the deeds never done.

"M-ma'am..."
"Sarah?!" Nadia shrieked dumbfounded by the maid as still as a statue holding the gem that reflected a red glow the fireplace showed.
"Who let you in here?" Nadia scowled. "Who let you touch my heirloom?"
Sarah stood quietly.
"Answer me!" Nadia screamed.

Thwack! The door flew open. There stood a man no taller then 5'11 and only slightly above the physique of an average man.
"Madam Nadia what seems to be the concern here?"

"This hooligan was attempting to steal the Heirloom! Get her out of my house this instant!"

Sarah looked at the butler blankly as if she everything she had just heard was from a nightmare.
"Please leave the room Sarah." Connor pointing to the door.
"I...I-i" Sarah tried to clammer.
"You wench! Get out of my mansion!"

Sarah threw her head down and approached Connor handing him the gem.
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