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Xavier peered in, not quite realizing who it was. "What are you doing in here?" *** Scarlet was standing in the doorway, her eyes sharp. She...
The door opened silently as two figures stared in suspiciously. Neither said anything. Xavier went upstairs to inspect while Scarlet was...
There was no one there. Plans and papers were scattered among the desk and bed was unmade. Everything else was immaculate. The room was quite...
Most of the rooms upstairs were guest bedrooms. Dusty and empty. There was a study, though, connected to another bedroom. The bottom floor seemed...
It was empty and dark, the smell of books and leather hanging in the air. The dim rooms were furnished nicely, but seemed hardly touched.
(Zoop!) After some walking, they came upon a large house. It looked put together, but unoccupied.
Cyril nodded. "An hour works."
"Yes," he decided. "That's a good idea. Burke and Ellie, you'll investigate that way," he said, pointing toward Scarlet and Xavier's hideout....
(Yoop!) They made it to the edge of the woods, Cyril turning to them. "Shall we?"
Harper sighed, turning back to the group. "I'm sorry. He can be rather irritable in the morning, but he truly is kind." Cyril squinted....
Harper turned to him sharply, surprisingly upset. "Jared.. Enough."
"We return the hearts that have been stolen in the first place." He sighed. "Carry on, I suppose. Miss Flour trusts you and I'm currently working...
He squinted at him suspiciously. "So you stole it." Harper interjected, coming between the two of them, she glanced at Jared momentarily before...
"From that woman there?" he pointed. "Shall we go talk to her?"
Harper opened her mouth to talk but Cyril spoke instead. "What have you got in your pocket?"
Cyril squinted at Jared, but didn't say anything yet.
"We've searched the city for clues. I suppose we could do a quick run through to see if we've missed anything that any of you can spot. Let's...
He raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting something else?"
Cyril looked at the group, squinting. "Alright. Let's start to the forest.$
The next morning, Cyril waited in town square. Harper was first to arrive, holding a back
