Ireena nearly breathed out a sigh of relief when the entrance to the guest house was finally reached. Naturally, Andrei went in first, ready to smite anything that may be lurking. It was far more peaceful here than it was back at her home. The wolves were far in the distances. The scratching of nails on the windows was nowhere to be heard. At her guardian's request, the lamps were lit. A warm light glow was cast upon their untouched surroundings. The cellar walls were lined in the same brick that made up the tunnel. Fermentation casks here and there that were not quite ready. A table or two with dusty goblets upon them and equally dusty silver platters. A portable lantern was lit and grabbed by the handle should they wish to explore the rest of the home or lay low in the cellar, for now. "All we have to do is survive until sun up."<br/><br/>Without realizing it a hand rubbed a knot out of the spot where her vampiric suitor sampled her blood. The hair falling back into place as eyes roamed their surroundings and ear listened for what may lay beyond the cellar door and into the remainder of the house. Where Andrei went, she would follow. There was no questioning the matter. Despite their belief that this house was untouched, one did not wish to be caught off guard in these times, for it could very easily cost you your life. Ireena knew well that her brother frequented this guest house with his many female consorts. "If Ismark were not a the tavern, this is where he would go next." It was a simple observation. Often she found herself wanting to wring his neck, but she did love him; almost as much as she loved her father. "Shall we head upstairs? Do you not think that the light will attract attention?"