Alone again it seemed, that was fine with him. He walked along the dark hall for the current time, looking over the older styles that seemed to be present around this time. Makes me more and more glad we were never actually from around here Berserker said. Kanra chuckled a bit, "it is a bit....bland..." He paused before a door, tilting his head as he looked at it. He opened the door, to reveal a study beyond. A fireplace directly across from the door, with large bookshelves on either side, and a desk situated to the right, while what looked like a makeshift bar like area to the left.
He stepped inside, the wood floor decorated with a large woven rug, seemed this room had not been actively used in awhile. He took a better look at the fireplace, and scowled a bit. Could do without that Berserker said. A large hand painted portrate of Sycom hung above the fireplace in this era's style clothing and setting. Seems this would have been his office. "I suppose such a thing would be considered respectful in this time..." he turned away, "lets move on, it's creepy enough with the real thing playing the part of a father....the painting crosses a line." Berserker chuckled, and the two stepped out of the room once more. He could feel Vlad, still lingering back in the room as everyone else was out looking.
He smiled, deciding to have a little fun with the sour man. He began releasing his energy, letting it slowly drift down the hall similar to what a scent might do, but Vlad was the only other one who could pick it up besides him. He turned away then, and began walking deeper into the large estate. It would tempt the other, and perhaps if he could find him, they would have a little fun to liven up this dark estate. It needed a bit of a remoddle. He moved to a branch off hall, looking around slightly at the still very plain and old fashioned work that had been done with it. He sighed lightly.