Yells blare over in halls, ringing through out the corridors and suits. Dolion grits his teeth, trying not to draw attention to himself. This could put his plan in Jeopardy. His hand brisks the railing as he walks, his gaze forward and focused as is the other butlers. He begins to depart into a quiet room, a gasp escapes him as a rather tense body colides with his. "Damnit." He curses, turning to see a person in black attire. In a quick move he pulls them back and covers their mouth.
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06/11/2024