The Estate's meticulously kept gardens, including a hedgemaze that students have occasionally described as "sadistic" and a sizable rose garden. Benches in shaded spots are plentiful, and the gardens are popular to study in on pleasant days. The nearby stables are still maintained with a number of well-heeled equines.
"These are things that everyone breathes easier while they sleep. When they are awake, they gather lesser beings to them. Some by old promises, some by new. Some just follow wherever the scent of death is."
"Hardly going to march off throwing balls of fire at it," Sean said, "But no harm in taking a look atound. Can't try to stop something if it just sits there and grows roots, aye?"
"I would rather not be the one who has to try to separate the two of you," Sean said wrly. "Not asking for a nanny, but it'd be nice to not feel like we're wandering around in the woods without a compass."
"Considering me vouching for you is why you're out and about, I'm not really keen on the idea of you keeping information from me, so by all means, inform us."
"She's gone by a great many names, but she's presently calling herself Erica. Dreadfully pagan. Makes deals to extend her life. Just bought a club in Chelmsford, recently."