Dragox continues on through the hallway and checks out the pantry and bathroom.  They are not big enough to measure yet.  As he turns the corner he sees the change in the lighting and sees the drapes on the wall.  When they start to move some his ears lay back against his head.  “Damn it…” he says to himself.  With how things are looking he already knows that this isn’t good.  With how things are reacting now he knows that he became trapped the moment that the main door closed behind him and that there is little he can do now.  He knows that a room he needs to go it is in front of him.  He tries to ignore the drapes and move on.  However, it doesn’t seem like the drapes want to ignore him.  He jumps as he feels the wind before the thick silk starts to move around.  He drops the duffle bag and the note pad and cries out which echoes back through the halls of the mansion.  He tries to keep away from drapes but with the pushing wind he can’t do anything but slide forward into them.  He feels the soft silk against his chest and belly but his eyes go wide when it feels as if it is sticking to him.  He struggles against them and grabs them trying to pull them off of his body.  A look of dread then goes across his face as he realizes that he just grabbed something that is sticking to him and that he just might have made things worse for himself.