Eden Indigo jumped at the sound of the distantly chiming clock, remembering suddenly what they were all trying to discover. Signs of nefarious deeds of a different nature... with a sign, the one eyed man left the Master Bedroom, a meandered the halls until he came to the Trophy Room. Indigo recoiled at the sight of the mounted animals, and almost turned and fled, but managed to stand his ground. He pulled a silken kerchief from his pocket and held it over his mouth and nose as he advanced into the morbid room. He hadn't seen this room before, his acquaintance with Mr Grey more or less restricted to correspondence and only infrequently was an invitation extended by either of them for dinners and the like.
Seeing how much joy Grey took in useless death was surprising, however. "I suppose everyone has their.... fetishes, but this sort is not one I care for."