In the time that they had saw Marcel leave, Damian had somehow managed to get super close to the two girls. Not a sound was made, and if someone could teleport as long as no one was looking at them, that would be the best explanation for what happened. The mans look was that of a well fit gentlemen butler in his late fifties with a white head of hair that was on the shorter side and a small graying beard.  Despite appearances, he seemed much less gentlemanly when he gave her that side ways smile of his. His was not like Marcel's... instead of fear and charisma, his reeked of nothing but raw and evil amusement. While Marcel made you feel safe as well as in danger, Damian made you feel like you were sleeping naked on a bed of nails. Nothing short of feeling uncomfortable and chilled to the bone could describe it. "Don't worry, I am only going to be showing you around," the older fellow replied with a strong voice.<br/><br/>The lobby they were currently in was of a nice size. The structure was nothing short of a classical castle or mansion you would see in the movies. There was two sets of stairs that led up to another floor, but the room was wide open straight to the top, the whole area was a mirror image of itself from left to right. There was supports holding up the next floor which has many rooms... at least 10 different doors on the second floors space, all leading to different hallways and rooms or  cleaning closets. The floor they were on had only about five under the overhang of the second floor. It was a great space, and very impressive. Windows shining light through spaces unreachable by a human. The walls all stone, and the floor stone in the parts not covered by a red and gold carpet.<br/><br/>Damian led them over to the only doorway in the house that did not have a door. This space was the rather  medium sized kitchen area. It had old fashioned stoves and cooling all on one side, and old looking cabinets and cupboards that seemed barely used on the other. It made one wonder how many people had to be fed in this castle at one point or another. "Don't worry, we keep it well stocked and I tend to make most of the meals for Master. So if you are ever wanting something you don't need to ask to take it... trust me, chances are it will not be missed by anyone besides the other servants," he crossed his hands behind his back. "I remember a time when this whole castle required my talents in the kitchen, but no more" he said with a happy look to his face. Most may have reminisced about the past forlornly, but he seemed like the opposite.<br/><br/>"Moving on..."