Grey tumbled into the office, popped back up to his feet, yanked the french doors open, and then raced out.
He skipped across the hallways and into the kitchen. Then as though having a thought, he summoned a fang dagger with a flip of his palm and punched out.
Chi.
The sound of shattered glass echoed as a window above the sink was shattered.
Without hesitation, Grey rolled through the glass shards and then bounded outside of the kitchen, skidding to a stop with an awkward smile on his face just moments later.
Grey coughed, clearing his throat. His Skrill Mask was already gone.
"Nice weather we're having, hm?"
Stella, Brad, and Mauve sat around a tea table with Silva. All four seemed to be visibly irritated, even Silva who had just gotten up to check what all the commotion was about.
Grey cleared his throat. "I wouldn't check the kitchen if I were you."
Silva frowned. "Sir Temolt, what is going on?"
