The Southeast team got together in the lobby of the manor. Dusty had managed to gather up a majority of the tenants from the two wings. Anyone who didn’t make it was probably just scared of the loud aggressive banging that Dusty considered knocking. Still, there were a decent amount of tenants within the lobby which was good enough for them.

   “GUYS!” Dusty shouted as he stood up on the back of one of the lobby couches. Klaus was working the front desk and she glared at the disruption, but didn’t do anything about it. “Okay okay okay okay so... there is no way that Weston and the rest of the staff here are running this without a reward. We have to win by any means necessary yeah? Yeah.” He flared out his wings to try to get his point across.

   Dusty looked at the crowd and was greeted by slightly groggy and confused expressions. He locked eyes with a few people and his expression fell. The fusion tilted his head to the side and a slight frown made its way onto his face. This was an urgent matter to him it seemed... Something was off, he was exasperated. 

   “Listen. I’m just saying if you have to rough someone up that’s okay. Just make sure that the other team doesn’t make it there first. Traps, moves, spells, whatever you need to use to get an edge. We can’t lose this, yeah? Yeah.” And with an aura of nervous energy and excitement, they flew through the narrow doorway out of the lobby, presumably to get prepared for the hunt.