Walpole Lodge

A rugged yet lavish lodge up in the hills, this home had been passed down through the Walpole line for many ages. Descended from old money, their opulence fell into obscurity over the years.

However, while their importance dwindled, the house did anything but. Strong oak coated the home and spotless windows that could serve as mirrors surrounded it. The view of the other hills and it's neighboring town couldn't be matched.

It was an odd shaped decagon house, with massive two story windows meeting each other to point out to the town. A craftsmen would be proud of this estate,the inside was furnished with the finest handmade furniture of utmost durability and quality.

Simeon smiled upon Donia with pride, "Our cause would not have gained such momentum were it not for you. Please be the face of our cause!" He implored with a sense of urgency. She could be the one who raises the cause to prominence!

Crest watched the exchange without speaking to them. Watching from afar, he made various notes based

He noticed how desperate Simeon was whenever he talked. He truly believed everything he was preaching. It was doubtful he was in this for personal power but he didn't want to discount anything yet.