"Yes! Totally lost. Is this supposed to be Mr. Trammel's house? Because the last one was not Mr. Trammel's house. My friends have a terrible sense of direction."

"Yes, it is," the guard says. "Where do you want to go? I can help escort you."

"Oh, thank you so much! I assume there's a more normal place to receive visitors, somewhere around here."

"Of course. Are you going to want to go to the cellar?"

Anemone smiles. "Yes. That's exactly where we're going."

Thank you, Anemone, they owe you their collective lives. 

Having a degree in lying her ass off is such a great investment. 

The guard escorts them to the front of the house, then points out the cellar doors. "You want to go right down there." He does a double take at Oswald in the light. "Aren't you the boss's son?"

Is it really this easy. Is it really this fucking -- dammit.

"That's right. Moving on up in the world tonight."

Haha she sure hope that works because she has like 10% of a context here.

What if he just smiles meaningfully and they just. head into the cellar like that didn't just happen.

"Good luck," the guard says. "Your sister's downstairs. She'll be so happy to see you."

"Thank you," he says, and waits to panic until they're actually on the stairs where this guard can't see them.

Apparently sometimes people just hand them relevant information! "Thank you," Mordred says to the guard, and hopes he sounds like he's thanking him for the luck and not the knowledge.

Okay well she has no idea what the fuck is going on here but she's about to find out.

She's going to head into the cellar. 

It cannot be this easy.

Cellar it is. Hopefully someone else can get the books out of the library.

Do you see now why Mordred assumed that crimes are a thing you do in broad daylight. 

It depends on the type of crime, obviously. 

They arrive in a cool tiled chamber with couches and sitting chairs that amounts to a second, more private study, although there are no books. There are about fifteen or so people in the room, laughing and talking. No guards.

Are they just supposed to... mingle? 

Lee Dempson, his father's business associate and a film producer, smiles at Oswald and waves. "Glad to see you get more involved!"

He smiles and waves back. "Thanks for the support." Hopefully that's just inane and not weird.

"You always were more interested in the business side of things," he says. "Care to introduce me to your friends?"

"Orkney and Silverstring," he says, gesturing at each in turn. He is going to die.

He was going to give them a fake naaaaaaaame "Lukas Orkney, pleasure to meet you."