<strong>Enzo Xantelli - His Rooms</strong><br/><br/>The common areas of the Manor were blissfully vacant, though the servants seemed unusually agitated. Something was going on, something unusual. Enzo considered interrogating them, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. The day had been active enough. If there were matters that needed his attention, he was sure that he would be informed. Likely it was just continuing fallout from Richard's blundering, and he would just as soon steer clear of that debacle.<br/><br/>He left orders to have his dinner brought to his room. He would eat alone, perhaps start a new book. He added a note to have the chef pair the meal with an appropriate bottle of wine from the cellars. Drinking alone was hardly the greatest of his sins.<br/><br/>His plans for a solitary quiet evening were not to come to fruition, though. On the desk in his private study sat a single handwritten note, impossible to ignore. Sighing, Enzo sank into his swivel chair and read the contents, ending with Marco's flamboyant signature. As he read, despite himself the corners of his normally dour expression turned up into a cruel smile. "Olivia," he breathed. "Well, well, well. It will be a pleasure to meet you, Olivia."<br/><br/>The silver bell on his desk summoned a servant, whichever faceless minion happened to be on duty at the time. "You're to deliver a message, immediately," Enzo ordered. Within the young man's hand an envelope appeared, the letter sealed within written directly by Enzo's power, in a wavering, feminine hand:<br/><br/><em>i do not know your name but i saw you by the village tonight and eddie says he knows where you are staying so he can get you this letter. i am stacey. i work for the family. i am a slave. please help me i just want to go home please. i will do anything to get away from them. meet me in the same spot tonight i will wait all night. for the love of god please help me.</em><br/><br/>The servant departed quickly as Enzo reconsidered a second glass of wine. Opportunities like this didn't come around too often. It would be a shame to squander the experience.