Erato

[The last thing he remembered, he was on a rooftop dancing with Maria. Then what? That disgusting taste. He could still taste him here-- that sad excuse for a man. But, more importantly, where was here? Even with the small candle he had found on a table along the hallway it was still much too dark.

Interesting. Surely he couldn't have wandered too far, since he was still wearing the bar's uniform instead of his usual robes.]

Where'd that brat run off to now? [a sigh as he brought up the strange key to inspect it before stuffing it in his pocket and kicking open the first door he came across. Frau wanted quick answers, not to search whatever this place may be for a random room assigned to him.]