Dready was keeping quiet and listening to the conversation as he continued to examine trophies at his slow pace. When talk of the owner or owners revealing themselves arose, it popped into his head the logical conclusion. "We won't be seeing the owners of this mansion, only what was left behind in these cases. Think about it: A multitude of people of different cultures, different races, different backgrounds, with different motives all brought together in the same place with no sign of a present owner. I'm betting that some sort of magic or technology keeps this mansion working, and that it requires an owner..." He says aloud as he continues to look at another trophy case, this one being some sort of half-helmet on a model head. "Or a living sacrifice."<br/><br/>He stays silent for just a few moments before laughing to himself. "Tis a theory. Worst possible outcome is that one person dies for the rest of the creatures in their ignorant bliss dancing and talking themselves into a daze, or at least what I'm guessing. Hypothesis, if I may call it such."