Erik turns to regard that door with something of an angry glare at the interruption. Of course fate, which hated Erik so, would gladly try to make a mockery of this moment of goodness in him. Murderous rage flashes in his eyes, but then tempers. He could not afford to kill another stage hand without bringing more trouble, more inquisition down upon his own head.
"Come." He scoops up the basin and spare gauze, heading for a dusty panel of the wall. He built a good portion of this house, he knew of the many secrets within its walls. With a deft manipulation that's easily missed, the wall swings open on silent, well-oiled hinges.
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Date: 2016-05-16 03:21 am (UTC)"Come." He scoops up the basin and spare gauze, heading for a dusty panel of the wall. He built a good portion of this house, he knew of the many secrets within its walls. With a deft manipulation that's easily missed, the wall swings open on silent, well-oiled hinges.