[ There is no lock on the gates, just a metal latch to hold them closed against wind. He lifts it, just in case, and it opens without resistance. He examines the metal a little longer, after the wagon has passed through the gates, but the metal isn't silver. In fact, there are none of his own family's defensive measures against the supernatural to be seen. No silver, no mistletoe, a cross on the tiny chapel at one side of the estate but not one made to protect against vampires (it clearly didn't work, if Justine was dropped in here without issue). It's strange, the place where both of their families began, flooded with sunlight and devoid of silver.

Inside, the grounds, there are a few more signs of a struggle. But even they are few. Disturbed earth, a little damage to brickwork, the telltale smell in places of a cleaning solution strong enough to clean away blood. ]

We should make sure that there's nothing here before we stable the horses. We may yet need to make a hasty retreat.

[ The servants' entrance is a little closer than the main entrance, and Trevor heads for that door first. Looks to lead into a kitchen. ]

Either of you want to look at this, make sure I won't die if I try to open it?