Brom came out to join the rest of the assembly and hurry along the gathering of animals and carts, children and parents, and whatever else needed saving. He could see a few of the staff themselves, the most newly acquired, eyeing some of the fine silverware and expensive paintings. They had itchy fingers, so he hurried them out first thing. It was amazing to him that people could think of stealing at a time like this, but the more he thought about it the more it made sense. All of this was being left for ruination. Nothing left behind here would ever be reclaimed, it was a simple truth, and much of it could give a poor man a few good night's sleep.<br/><br/>But, his job was safeguarding the Holden family, and in many ways that extended to their property. Regardless of what a waste it was, he closed up the doors behind him and went out to meet Niah. He was not surprised to see Prudence Holden, but he acted like the regular gentleman that was demanded of him. Prudence got Brom's first greeting, out of 'respect'... "Lady Holden."<span style="font-style: italic">Please go along quietly,</span>he added mentally. Then he turned to Niah, whom he much preferred dealing with, no matter how surly her mood ever got. "Some of the staff have slipped off and fled already, but most of us are here. You can start loading everyone up in the carriages and wagons."<br/><br/>He indicated the ones that were already hitched up to horses, of course. "And I had them go and fetch your favorite horse, miss Holden." A sly glance at Prudence told Niah that Brom had wanted to call her by name just then. "Do you want it saddled for you or hitched up like the rest?"<br/><br/>This was one instance where even Brom was thankful that the Holden's had such a formidable stable of thoroughbreds and purebreds and all sorts of other -breds. It meant they had more than enough to pull the carriages and wagons. All of that seeming to be under control gave Brom time to think more about things, and that led to a strong impulse to touch Niah and tell her everything would be alright. These impulses, however impossible, made him feel good and bad at the same time.