I did but not at such speed, [Dorian says, walking up. He looks rough, hair completely undone and messy, his costume torn a little from all the attempts to climb through the house, and supposedly representing stuff his ancestors wore? He's not sure, he doesn't know what he's supposed to be. But he has that jacket with his name in his hands, folded over his forearms. He's not shy but, it was an unexpected change.]

Is there no way to go back to the city? I wonder what's with people that didn't get in here. [Probably had more fun than them.]