Boyce nodded as he heard Lloyd's sentence carry throughout the mansion's vast number of rooms. They walked further through the mansion going from the kitchen, to the ballroom, Dearborne's old parlour and to Brook's private den. Every room, every corner of the great house was the same. The house was empty and stripped of anything of value, and of anything without value. Blue-green lazurite no longer adorned the walls. There were no more crystals hanging from the ceilings, no more carpets were on the floor and there were no sculptures left in the hallways. Only years of dust could be seen inside with the shells of hundreds of dead insects and arachnids strewn all over the place. The windows of the mansion were still intact but they were so yellow and dirty that barely enough light penetrated into the interior, let alone having anything seen through them. Lloyd took a knife from his belt and began to scrape some of the years from off the panes of glass in Brook's viewing den. Shrieks echoed throughout the massive structure, as the dirt gave resistance to the knife grinding into the glass, but soon the windows of the den were cleared of dirt and the light of the afternoon sun shone through the cloud of dust suspended before the window. Boyce jabbed Lloyd's knife into the seams and catches of the window and then pried it open with a creak that seemed to force itself into their very hearts. They just stood there and looked at the once beautiful room that was nothing more than a void now. Absolutely nothing was left in the house after the monastic sacked it. "Manguino is truly a mad dog warranted of dying!" said Lloyd. "This was such a beautiful place, once!" was Boyce's only response. Suddenly their came a loud shriek at the window and it made both men jump back in fright. "Zoar-caw!" Both men sighed when they saw that it was only Zoro perched at the window. "It's only Zoro!" said Boyce. "I wondered where he's been all afternoon!" While Lloyd and his friend looked over the house and decided what they needed to clean up and move in, Cardinal Orren was making his own assessments. His assessment, however, was not of buildings, but of the two strangers that came to Pomperaque, from the north. "I had finally received a report from some of our spies in Besten, and I found out that these two men had left Besten a little under a month ago." Orren said to the ArchBishop. The ArchBishop sat in his chair, at his desk, in his office as he was asked to by Orren for the meeting with him today. Orren wanted the meeting this way because he was tired and somewhat repulsed, by seeing Manguino and Eckma fornicating, almost every time that he spoke to him. Now Orren knew that he had Manguino's attention, and he listened to Orren.