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[olaftheinfamous]

His long legs that somewhat resembled sticks were what lead him into the main room of the mansion. With a watchful eye he looked around, letting his beak-like nose guide him.
"What is this place?," he said with an upturned nose. "Well, just as long as those pesky children aren't anywhere near here."
He brushes off his old, dusty vest and made his way

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[sweariwontdie]

Still carrying his baby son and an armload of assorted other things, Armand spies the man. "Bonjour, are you lost?"

[sweariwontdie]

Armand is excrutiatingly honest. "Have you found a room yet?"

[olaftheinfamous]

The count shook his head. "As a matter of fact I haven't," he glanced out of the parlor window and saw that the sky was beginning to fade. "Maybe I should do that soon."

[sweariwontdie]

He gestures with one hand toward the stairwell. "There are rooms up there. I live... in another house, but I hear the Mansion is quite a nice place to live."

[olaftheinfamous]

Olaf looked towards the stairs and then back to Armand. He gave him a nod ",Thank you." He then began to make his way upstairs.