Jon would pass the already open doors into the entry chamber as Cassandra did before him. Once again uneventful, until a voice rang out from the top of the spiral staircase. The deep, clear male voice of a young adult, though he sounded slightly worn.<br/><br/>"Babara? Have you finished cleaning downstairs? I think that it is about time to prepare dinner. . .Babara? Hello? Are you still down there?"<br/><br/>There was a pause here, stillness, waiting for some sort of response before acting further. Whoever this young man was, he was cautious. Perhaps for the right reasons.