"Ah, well- not.. I meant just leaving this city. We have to go East."

Eleven peeked out from the corner of the building, glancing both ways down the street for undead.

"None of my other companions are here, either." He waved the man forward. "Come on."

He stepped out of the alley and strode up to the House entrance with Hendrik in toe, relieved when both of them were admitted inside. Wonderful warmth washed over them. Eleven's eyes slid over a short-tempered woman speaking to a handful of new arrivals about the undead and the situation there, but moved past the group in favor of heading back toward the servant's quarters.