A tall, dark man walked through the silent corridors of the Baskerville manor, seemingly lost in thought. The sound of metal clicking against a belt could be heard faintly from beneath his heavy coat, and an observant eye could see the hilt of the sword he always carried creep into view as he moved.

To a member of any of the major family, this man was easily recognisable as Glen Baskerville, the head of his quiet and secretive house.

Glen stopped as he rounded a corner, spotting a person he wasn't certain he recognised dart into a nearby room. He eyed the spot nonchalantly for a moment before saying in a quiet yet silently demanding tone, "Who's there? There is no need to hide," he shifted his stance a little. "I wonder how you made it in here? You must know Jack... Or you are Jack. If not, however, I'll need to have a talk with him."

When no response came right away, the darkly-clad man stared at the spot a moment longer, then continued his way down the hall. Glen was not in the mood for games. If this person needed to say something to him, they could come out and do so. If not, it didn't matter. Either way, their presence didn't bother him. His faithful Chains could alert the Baskerville lord to any danger if it came to that.