Vrael's boots ground the gravel beneath. He crouched in silence, observing the Mansion. His training had already told him that the inhabitands were fully capable of usage of power. He grimaced, wearing a fedora, altering his facial features. He let out a slight puff of air, and told the men who too, were crouching behind him, "Wait here. When you see a flare, begin the assault. Capture as many as you can alive. But your lives are far more valuable than theirs."<br/><br/>"Why show these heretics mercy sir?" Someone asked.<br/><br/>"Because, they, like us, have lives to live. Desires, dreams, hopes... whatever. I'll be arriving peacefully into their presence as a wanderer who as no home to stay for the night, hope it actually works." With that, he began to traverse the steep descent. Pausing only at the bottom before marching forward towards the twin doors. He stepped into the light, and knocked at the front doors. When someone finally opened, he bowed and said, "Uh... Hello dear miss, I am a wandering traveller and I was just wondering if you could shelter me for the night?"