Eric stomped up the steps of the old church a few minutes after Marcus with Richtofen in tow. Water left from the leather but it was quickly replaced by the continuing downpour. With a heave he pushed open one of the churches doors with a protest of old metal and wood on stone. When the door was open enough for him to slip in he did so leaving the door for anyone following him. The bookshelf had just slid back into place as Eric approached it and repeated Marcus action with far less calm as he shifted his weight from foot to foot in water logged boots that made an irritating squelching sound each time he did it until the passage was fully open and he squelch squelched his way down the stairs. Eric produced and broke the shotgun he carried before moving to a gun case he removed the shells from the gun and stored them in the case before he wiped down the shotgun and ran a swab through the barrels even though the gun hadn't been fired. He set the gun in the case, too tired to fully break down clean and oil it at this juncture but he pulled the cleaning kit from the case as his colt could be cleaned from the comfort of an armchair in the library.

 Flipping his bowler onto a coat rach he followed it with the sopping coat and then pulled off his equally wet boots upending the water in them onto the stone floor before peeling off his socks and wrining them. They could be dried infront of the fire. His other clothes were slightly sticky from sweat due to the run but he was too tired to bother with them or a bath currently. So with wet socks in one hand and the cleaning kit in the other he padded on bare feet to the library long enough to set the socks infront of the fire, and the kit in an arm chair before he made a bee line for the kitchen.

 He quickly returned with a tea tray a pot of water and several cups. The pot he hung to heat over the library fire place and the tea tray he set on the table infront of his arm chair. With a huff of exhaustion he flopped into the over stuffed armchair and then pulled it up to the table. With that he unrolled the cleaning kit drew his colt. Unloaded it and began breaking it down to swab clean and oil. He nodded at Marcus and sat quitely cleaning waiting for the rest of the order to fill in. Rolling his neck he felt the knots in his shoulders. Tonight would require a hot bath too.