He allowed the question to linger in the air a few seconds for discomfort before answering in his usual whispering tone

"Circumstances not of my doing brings me here"

Regarding the sickle and pose of the creature, Petty concluded that it was not aggressive if left unprovoked but took a few steps forward regardless, his foot steps deliberately sending a gentle clip-clop around the room, though it wasn't difficult in the silence

"Let's see… why are you here? Are you going to slay me for being here? Could you? Hmm, perhaps..."

Petty stopped dead and looked down to one side with thought then back up at the creature.

".....What are you?"

Karli held her ground, not even giving an inch as the intruder seemed intend on intimidating her with his actions and air. No moving an inch, she blinked slowly only to open her eyes to have them pressed on the new location the man had chosen to take.

Ignoring all but his final question, Karli heard her wolf growl from the guttural shadows in the corner warning her that he was about to interfere. Drawing her shoulder back towards her companion, Karli turned an undaunted glare towards the visitor.

"What am I..?" she inquired quietly, rising an eyebrow below her mask. "I am... the master of this madhouse." Calmly, she turned to face him, lowering her weapon though still spinning it.

Suddenly putting her sickle to rest, Karli drew her cloak over her shoulder and sprang back from the stranger, back springing onto her hands before launching herself upwards into the darkness of the rafters.

"Have your look but tred lightly, you are far from alone in this place," she warned him from the pitch dusty darkness above.

Petty stood in thought at what just happened.

Could this thing be a guard of this place? Far from alone, perhaps more of her kind about, nimble, quick, most likely not all that physical strong…. I’ve been invited to look around, I can not just disappoint now can it? Mad house? Hmm Did she avoid my question on why she is here? Let’s see what is to be hidden but…what a weird creature…

Replacing his blades in his wrist sheaths, Petty made his way past the table which the creature had occupied a few moments before and to the door on the far right hand side of room. Turning the handle and slowly opening it, it revealed a long hallway. Each wall contained row upon row of large wooden framed windows, outside the east window Petty could see a large graveyard, with a thoughtful gaze, Petty wondered how big the graveyard was as it was seen from both sides of windows.

Must encircle the entire back end of this…mad house….asylum, mad house, both the same term for the other… Why would they need such a large grave yard..?empty of people other than that thing from the foyer……

Petty continued his stroll about the building. He wasn’t sure if the creature was following him, but he didn’t much care, he was invited to take a look around and that was what he was going to do. Reaching the end of long hallway, he happening upon a T junction..

As the stranger headed down the hall, Karli waited long moments before dropping down from the rafters to the floor below then made directly towards the east garden door. Silently slipping across the foyer, Karli bade Fatale to stay put and stand guard in the foyer incase any other visitors had arrived with this one.

Sliding the door open silently, she slipped inside, leaving the portal slightly ajar as she dashed through the pathway of long dead shrubbery and dusty violets. To the far end she raced, vaulting out the broken back window and into the yard. Taking a moment to dust herself off, Karli took to the air, ascending the building a ways until she reached another shattered window.

Carefully drawing herself inside, Karli toe rolled her way to the edge of the stair leading down to the main floor, listening for any sign of the man as she approached. Her attention shifting from one end of the hall to the next, Karli waited to see if he would dare ascend.

Looking down one end of the T-junction to the other, Petty shrugged lightly and opted on the right hand divide. Walking slowly, Petty came upon rows of low security cells, rust now garbing the iron bars and locks. Petty looked about at the decades of dust and decay which laid in the cells; he could just imagine people once occupying the cells and being subject to harsh treatment, bad food and disease. Petty had read many books and experienced a certain amount of cell life himself, thankfully it seemed the cells now didn’t have and lay untouched.

Kneeling down Petty noticed a old stuff toy, most likely some child’s once treasured possession, but now moth eaten, it’s face seemingly showing a deep suffering.

This is no place for such a thing…innocence and youth, locked up and bared in a place of pain and suffering, not a child’s place….Life is cruel, nothing I can do about that, it is their problems, not mine.