*turns from the person and takes off slowly up the stairs, Arikado at his heels* Well, everyone seems to be friendly enough, but i'm not too sure we're as welcome as we'd like to consider ourselves... oh well. we'll earn our keep and their trust. if we must do so... *notices a door with "Sabbath" across it in fire, which fades as he gets there* guess this is us, old friend. *walks in, noticing that the place is very well decorated to his taste: everything is in some way dark, almost gothic, and has a vague, if not direct, reference to castlevania* nice!