Nearly an hour ago.
The mysterious Madam Lis watches as Arthur leaps from the rooftop, disappearing into the forest beside the mansion like a shadow. Her sharp, curious eyes turn toward the mansion's roof, and she hears the wind slicing through the air. *Whoosh.*
She shifts her attention toward the lake, scanning her surroundings to make sure no one is spying on her, before she walks further behind the property.
The Whittlee family's soldiers are running in every direction, resembling leaderless ants, while the more perceptive guests of Eliza begin to grasp that something major is unfolding.
Lis walks calmly until she reaches a set of storage buildings. When she's certain no one is watching, she slips inside one of the structures. Inside, crates of food and drink are stacked high, and as soon as she snaps her fingers, three hooded figures emerge from behind the shelves.
"Master!" they say in unison, kneeling down respectfully.
