Viktor Martin<br/><br/>Viktor was asleep when the carriage came to a stop at the Avonleigh manor. The sudden change, from the steady rocking to sporadic rough shaking as the ladies exited, was enough to wake him. He looked around with sleepy eyes, realizing they had arrived. The women had all by cleared the carriage. He ignored  Kolette and Antoinette as if they weren't there. "Estelle," he said motioning her over to him as she was just about to leave. She moved over to him, and he whispered in her ear. "Meet me in my room tonight" is all he said to her, knowing that she would obey him without question.<br/><br/>Viktor stepped out into the coolness of the evening, stopping for a brief moment to stretch and take a deep breath. He slowly looked over the place, as much as he could see anyway, and was rather unimpressed. He had seen many a manor in his time, and this one was no different than all the others. He saw the boys running around, and frowned at the thought of being trapped in a house with the cretins.<br/><br/>He tried to avoid idle chit-chat as he stepped through the door, however he did stop to gaze at the newcomer for several minutes trying to determine her motives. He was unable to judge this one so easily, and resolved to gather more information later on.<br/><br/>Viktor wanted a bath. He needed to dress his wound, since no one in the cabin had offered.<em>Damned useless women.</em>He looked around for his butler, "Boy." He motioned William Bond over to him. "Get my things and follow me."