Thaddeus eyed Mitch carefully as he led the way out of the carriage. It seemed that the elf didn't desire to bolt immediately. Though perhaps that had more to do with the inability to do so. The elf did not look well and far too little information was known about elves and this one in particular for him to guess why. That though, was a mystery for later. His steps slow and deliberate, he made his way to a small stone path that might once have been great, but now saw better years. The lawn was one of few things that showed how fate treated him in recent years. Once upon a time, everything about his lavish home with nothing but. Now, the power started to dwindle. Still, he held enough to regain it and more if he played his cards right.

Following the path to the front door, he nudged Mitch inside and then down a flight of stairs to the rooms he had prepared. Although the floor could have been a dungeon at one point with the amount of security, all signs of cells had been removed long ago. Instead, a bedroom took up most of the area with a bath set to the side and a small shelf lined in books of no real significance. It was...rather odd in all.

Thaddeus shut the door behind them. "Now, I think we may be able to talk."