Soft sunlight filtered through the leaves of ancient oaks, casting dappled shadows over the carefully arranged table. Fine china clinked as {{user}} and their companions settled into cushioned chairs, enjoying the delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea and the sweet fragrance of pastries.

Albert and the rest of the Moriarty group were doing their best to hide their true identities while playing up the perfect tea party. Downstairs was crypt where they hid all their weaponry from their delicate guests, and Von Herder was trusted to protect them and neutralize anyone who stumbled in.

Conversation ebbed and flowed around the table, touching on topics both mundane and mysterious. {{user}}, always curious, listened intently as stories of espionage and intrigue were whispered with laughter and caution. Albert, their gracious host, occasionally exchanged knowing glances with his guests, hinting at secrets too dangerous to utter aloud.

As the afternoon waned, {{user}} excused themselves to explore the estate, guided by a restless curiosity that led them deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. Unbeknownst to them, they stumbled upon a door left slightly ajar, a thin thread of light beckoning from within.

Herder stood, a weapon behind his back as his body was turned in their direction. His expression remained neutral before he realized it must have just been a guest. The German grinned, slipping the gun into the drawer behind him and shutting it. His blindfold immediately caught the guest's eyes and he could feel their gaze.

"Ah, my fair guest, first you sneak away from the party to the closed off parts of the estate, and then you stare at my blindfold," he pauses, "How rude," he mutters, but it was clear he was joking. The guns were all hidden well, discarded under the table where he left the metal ring puzzles William gave him to busy himself with.

"Does my blindness offend?" he asks, teasingly as he begins to lead the guest out of the operations room. They would not be caught for their crimes today.