Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5583506-20151218222921

The doors open fully wide, revealing a handsome man in his early twenties next to his younger sister. He did not look particularly happy.

"The Crimson Order", he shrugged with sarcasm in his tone. "The order my forebear was a part of to form during the third era?"

He scoffed and let the door stand open, almost as an invitation for the Investigators to enter as he wandered off down the hallway with his elegant dress sweeping after him by the wind. Cistina looked after him with an anxious expression before she motioned for the Investigators to enter as she closed the doors behind them.

"Shouldn't the Investigators focus on more up-to-date mysteries? The Crimson Order is no more. It hasn't been around for centuries."

Armandus plopped down into an armchair in front of a roaring fireplace, raising an eyebrow as he observed the strangers in his home with great distrust and dislike.

"So not only are you saying that you believe an extinct order to be involved in whatever case you people are working on at the moment, but you also have the determination to dare accuse my esteemed forebear of having anything to do with it? How dare you?"

"Brother, please", pleaded Cistina, apparently used to her sibling's short temper.