Drug like Hector behind the chariot his path came to a halt before the doors of this esoteric manor. Eyelids flutter for the briefest of moments as he manages to lift a hand and drop it against the door roughly but with enough strength to gather some possible attention within. Falling back he fell to muttering one more time, huddled against the cold and the rain as lightning forked the sky.

Mandarb stabbed at the ground with its hoof, standing nearby as though protecting his sickened rider. Its brown and white coat matted close to the body where it moved closer, shaking itself to drop Rollo's foot from the stirrup. Rearing up it shifted to bring both front hooves against the door, yet somehow knew not to put the entirety of its weight behind the 'knock'. Perhaps the animal was more than it seemed as Rollo always suspected.

Repositioned, the roan just looked from fallen rider and then back to the door as the storm above only worsened creating a howl in the air. Or did that come from within? Such was hard to tell at that point in time.

Soft whinnies play through the entry hall a bit muted as the roan felt the 'wrong' within the place yet its rider needed aid, even if that perhaps came at a cost. Clip-clopping through the door it lowered it's head and gripped the back strap of Rollo's armor in its teeth, carefully dragging him inside, muddied boots and armor trailing a line of dirt and grime. That probably would get frowned upon but all things considered it could be cleaned up later.

Body twisting into something fetal for warmth his arms clung to his chest as shivers wracked his entire frame, lips mumbling nonsensical things and names that may not even exist at all as the mind fell through the cracks again as it had on his first arrival to Rhydin.

In a protective display the horse moved to stand over it's master, head up and looking around for the host of this manor, tail lightly flicking back and forth as its well maintained coat started trying to dry.

Stamping its hoof defiantly the Roan looked at the gathering with unusually keen intelligence. However it seemed the proprietess would help its rider, though the 'wrongness' of the place may come with a price. Normally, it would have bitten any other hand but that of the amored rider; however there was little to be done here as the painted horse allowed one of the women to lead it away.

Certainly would have been a sight to see those women lift his frame, but in his current state of mental health he as akin to a jibbering idiot. Shivering, his fists clenched and unclenched about whatever fell under them. Pale lips muttering disjointed words that even to the most patient might not paint a picture as to what occured before being found.

"....chaos...." He seemed to mutter that word more than anything else. The only true phrasing ot be spoken came out as odd as the rest. "...Chaos....loses...precision...precision ....everything..." Sweat beading upon his brow as these words are uttered, the musculature upon his frame appearing to shift and fight with itself as though two persona's fought within the skin.

Despite all of this his armor appeared unphased by any movements. The great wyrm depicted upon the sturdy metal almost appeared alive within this mental struggle for dominance.

It would be some time before his eyes fluttered open, circles of the deepest penetrating blue look upon the one closest, trying to focus on that point before closing once more as if the light hurt too greatly. With the cool cloth he fell calm now and again. This wouldn't be a miraculous recovery but it seemed well on the way to one at least. Still he muttered nonsense to whatever ear would listen. Strange words, not many of them human, though some would come across in common.

An hour or more would pass before his eyes opened a little more, some of his coherency back. "....where....." Just the one item from his cracked lips and raspy voice.

"He's awake!" said the woman tending to him. She peered back to the other girl in the room. "What do I do?"

"Um... I think I'm suppose to get the Mistress," the other replied. "Keep watching him."

With that, the second girl hurried out of the lounge and down through the hallways toward the kitchens. She ran into Jamie Kilner halfway, escorted by a quasit carrying a steaming pot of soup and a bowl and spoon. Her face nearly collided with Jamie's sizable bust.

"Um, he's awake, Mistress," she stammered out quickly.

"Very well," Jamie replied with a smirk. "Come, Zortagg, our guest awaits."

"Yes, Mistress," replied the quasit as it hurried after the tall, crimson-skinned demoness.

Shortly thereafter, she arrived within the room and directed Zortagg to deposit the pot onto the table nearest the couch. The quasit removed the pot's lid and began scooping the hot soup into the bowl before placing it down on the table as well. Offering a bow to its mistress, it promptly teleported away.

The woman that had been tending to Rollo quickly took the bowl and having very little sense, practically crammed a spoon full of burning hot soup down the man's throat.

Jamie brought a palm over her face and shook her head in chagrined disbelief. Some of her girls were far to incompetent in things that should have been common sense for others, and the girl that Rollo knocked away was no exception to that unfortunate fact. At least Jamie could now recognize that Sonja wasn't good for anything beyond what she paid her for.

Moving her hand to brush back a few strands of black hair, she studied the man on the couch for a few moments. He looked as though he had been through a lot, but whatever that was, the demoness would learn it in due time.

"You are in Ame Corrumpue Manor, my home and place of business," she answered calmly, offering a comforting smile. "It is located within the walls of Rhy'Din City, capital of the far-flung empire of the same name. You came to us on the back of a horse, although I'd say 'dragged' would be a more accurate way to put it.

"Now I must ask who are you and how you came to us in such a disoriented condition. Most drunk customers I get are still able to stand on their own feet before passing out on one of my girls. I'm sure it's a very interesting story for the most part."

Jamie smiled at the man's failure to recognize the name "Rhy'Din." The veil between worlds in this area of the Prime Material Plane was thin and had a tendency to abduct people from other corners of the universe or even alternate material planes. She wasn't herself certain of why this was and suspected that it may be a remainder of some manner of arcane battle that could have taken place eons ago. Nevertheless, she herself had been born in a small town just several miles to the north-west of Rhy'Din City decades before she had become a demon, so she was familiar with many of land's peculiarities of acquiring strangers.

She sat down on the couch across from Rollo and motioned her girls to join her at each side and she placed her arms around them. Legs crossed and posture relaxed, she seemed to exude the presence of a queen over her subjects. This manor was her kingdom and thus she ran it with a firm hand.

"My name is Jamie Kilner," she said in answer of his introduction. "You may call me Madame Kilner or Madam Kilner if you prefer a less French twist to your tongue. You have no need to offer me thanks, although perhaps you would like to recuperate through a fine night with one of my girls."

The demoness threw back her head in a laugh. The girls giggled shortly afterward.

"Come now, Mr. Al'Vandraset, don't be so naive," she said with a wide grin. "You don't have to do anything for them. It's their duty to entertain you. Trust me, following your weary travel and ordeal, the first time will be on the house as a personal gift from me."

Jamie eyed the man critically, examining his reluctant reactions. It was then that an amusing thought came to her mind.

"You do like women don't you?" she asked.

Her girls giggled again.

Jamie smirked at the short moment of anger that had flashed across Rollo's face. She had found the short burst of emotion amusing. If the man had ever dared to attack her, she would have been more than capable of putting him down and in his place. It was very fortunate of him that he had controlled himself.

Concerning her girls, she found his assessment even more amusing. If only he knew what Nero had put some of these women through during either their punishments for stepping out of line or as a simple reward to him. Her pet enforcer was a bit on the rough side, to say the least.

A laugh escaped her and she shook her head.

"You are a big man, I will agree," she said with small smile. "However, my girls are hardly as fragile as you might think. Although if these two don't seem to convince you, I do have a few others that are a bit more... exotic concerning the sapient species the Planes have to offer."

Feeling everything had 'stilled' enough, Rollo opened his eyes and looked at the head of the house, perhaps unintentionally letting his eyes graze across the space between her knees and hem of her dress as the sought her face.

"I will trust your judgment when it comes to what your "girls" can and cannot handle. But do not begrudge my skepticism. My experiences with places such as this are rather limited..." Attempts to trust his body to have calmed down and shifts to sit up once more, a hand picking up the dropped spoon, wiping it off on his thigh and dabs at the prepared soup.

The angle didn't let him see anything besides thigh, though his mind wasn't on such things as it may have been another day. Empty soup bowl set aside, having eaten it politely if quickly. "Well then..I guess if I am being offered a free ride...might as well make the most of it." A slow inhalation of breath, holding it, and released calmly.

"Who's your best?" He met her even look and tones with his own, shoulders a bit hunched for comfort feeling himself recovering perhaps a little unnaturally fast all things considered.

"Or would asking for all at once be overstepping the allowance?" Rollo tilted his head part curious, part intrigued at the thought he wasn't sure was entirely his own feeling a faint whisper at the back of his mind.

His sharp gaze tracks the new woman, tracing every moment keenly before turning to Jamie with a raised brow. "Beast of burden?" The dots not quite connecting yet though a faint "light" goes on. "Ahh, the horse. Normally his intelligence irritates me, guess I owe it for dragin' me here."

The words a partial whisper but sentiment shaken off as he pushed to his feet, mass wavering with a momentary disorientation. A clenched fist sets nerves in his palm on fire from the press of nails to bring the world to clarity. "Well as I said earlier. I'll trust your judgement as Head of the house, Madam Kilner. "

In that moment he looked from the redhead to the two girls whom had greeted him to the waking world. Mind thoughtful and weighing as though comparing prize animals, not beautiful women. A nod to himself he lifted a hand indicating the elven maiden. "Do they have their own rooms for this or...?" Words trailing faintly.

Rollo sat along the edge of the four-poster canopy bed. Carefully turning the strip of leather in his hands, fingertips marveling at the difference in texture from one side to the next. First smooth, almost polished, and then rough and durable. Then he looked up at his consort for the evening, watched her shiver in place.

Sefelyne kept her head turned, listening to room around her. Hands above her head, bound at the wrists, no longer responded to mental commands, that weren't voiced by the man sitting behind her. The scenario a completely alien one, surprisingly. Unable to see, unable to speak...unable to move, she knelt completely at his mercy. Yet, she wanted to be. Each touch of the strap. Every softly whispered word. It all drew a new sensation out of her until she could barely think, barely breath.

Busom heaving, she hung against her bindings sated and weary. Yet just when she began to succomb to sleeps embrace, a sharp sting like a clarion call to the waking world would bring her back to present. "You're not passing out on me yet, Sefelyne. We've only just begone."

Then it would start all over again until, finally, she felt him. And the darkness ignited, turning her blood into dragon's breath.

The demoness had resigned herself to relax in the stage room that was fully equipped with a bar. Reclined on a sofa, a hand holding a goblet filled with a noxious, black liquid, she observed the decorations in the presently empty room.

Jamie took a sip of her fell drink from the Abyss, contemplating improvements to the room. Certainly that wall over there could use something, and maybe that statue over there would be better suited for a corner over there. Maybe it was also time to find a new curtain for the stage as well....

She sighed, once she grew too used to something, she always had to alter it to something different. Such was the way of one who had once been trained to be an architect. But then, being the powerful demoness that she had become was certainly an enjoyable status. Too bad Jade was still lost to her as she'd love to return spending the days and nights with her.

So lost in her thoughts she was, she'd never be aware of Rollo wandering her mansion until he stumbled across her himself.

Rounding a corner he came across an odd display. A quartet of short horns decorated the furrowed brow of the strange creature standing guard at an ornate door. Arms crossed over its broad chest, obsidian eyes merely shift to look at Rollo as though inspecting something to be found on the bottom of its clawed foot. The faint rise of hairs on the back of his neck became the only hint that crossing this silent guardian would be the poorest of choices.

"Just uh..on my way...elsewhere," he stated awkwardly before turning around the way he'd come.

Finally spotting a flight of stairs he followed the curving well to what he remembered as the ground floor just off the main passages. Still he wondered why more were not out in the halls. "Place is like a maze..." the large man muttered absently "Now..was it left...or was it right?" An idle chew on the inside of his cheek before turning left...and walking face first into the largest mountain of flesh he'd ever met.

"Watch where you walk human..." the gruff tones fermented with disgust.

"Bub, you walked into me...." an odd emotion stirred in his stomach as eyes of hate watched him with restrained intent. The soft fluttering wasn't fear, he realized, it was anticipation. Like sensing a storm seconds before the clouds begin to choke.

A flash in his peripheral was the only warning recieved, and probably what saved his life. Dropping to a crouch the demon's fist whistled over his head by less than an inch before colliding with the wall in a heavy slap. Hopping back he held up his hands with the palms out. "Look bub, I don't want any trouble...if I'd known how sensitive you were, never would have said anything."