As she straightened up, Serifna patted Lancelot on the shoulder. "I'm gonna go get dressed." She whispered to him, heading off into the house. "Well uh, come on in guys. You too uh," He rolled his hand in the air, trying to recall a name that wasn't coming to him at all, seeming assuming he must know Ryker from somewhere.

"This is Ryker. He's not one of ours, worry not." Percival answered for him.

"Not exactly calming, but at least I'm not forgetting him." Lance replied, then led them into the house. Immediately past the door was a wall, creating a hallway with two short paths. The left led to what was assumedly the bedrooms, as that was where Serifna went, and the right, where he led them, was to the living room and kitchen. It was rather small, really just one large room, and there were several spots that mirrored the patched-up wall damage to the outside, but the lesser amount of alcohol containers on the inside was one good thing that could be said about the room. There were several chairs and two tables, one small, meant for two people, and a large one that was meant for 6, in the room. It was otherwise empty, not accounting for the remnants of what was likely their last three meals on the table. "Oh let me get that outta the way real quick." Lancelot spoke, grabbing one of the spare chairs from the small table and piling up the mess from the large table onto it. "There we go, find a seat."

"Its been a month, to be fair." Camus replied, not much phased by the sharpness of Suzanne's critique. "I still think this guy's too much of a target dummy to make him sentient." He summoned the skeleton beside him, which at this point was showing severe damage across its entire frame. Due to the magic it meant nothing on the performance of the body, but nonetheless it looked like it had been brutalized in many different ways. "He looks like it, so I could probably just call him Bonedust at this point. I think it has some charm."