Oletus Manor is a rather perplex place where many guests have come and gone. It’s what drew Frederick in to begin with on top of him wanting to find what his family wanted the most. What he desires to have in the end. At a large, nicely decorated table with meals set out in a manner to suit their owners’ tastes. Everyone was seated, Orpheus, Alice, Melly and Norton who arrived late. Orpheus was none too pleased especially with the man’s eating fashion. In an attempt to avoid staring for too long, he looks to the others, analyzing their features. Silent though he’s disrupted by a knock at the mahogany doors. “Another late arrival?” His fingers intertwine, partly above his lap as he finds elbows on the table to be rude. The gray haired man directs his attention to the crème brûlée that’s in front of him. Carefully lifting a utensil to eat in hopes of not being distracted further. The doors opening and there resides the newcomer that catches Fredrick’s attention. “Hm..”