"I cannot say," Diarmuid offers with apologetic honesty. He cannot be sure that anything they see can be trusted, and he most definitely cannot speak to the willingness of anyone who works for or within the manor. "This place, it makes it very difficult to know how to perceive things. And knowing if the workers and guests want to be within these walls..."

Diarmuid would despite the thought, that more than just they are entrapped here.

But it would not be shocking.

Frowning down, he clutches his hands into fists.

"There is something... profoundly dark inside this place. I fear we've only seen its teeth as it swallows us, but there is worse yet in its stomach." He shakes a head of curls. "Does that make sense?"