Dominic opened the front door and strolled inside as if he belonged.
The confident footsteps should avoid tipping off anyone who was in the house. And he could smell more than two people had been here recently.
None of them were on the main floor, though.
"Come downstairs, the ritual is almost finished." Someone called, and Dominic smiled.
It was mighty kind of them to make this easy on him.
Dominic walked downstairs with a carefree gait, right into an ongoing sacrificial ritual.
The mage on the far side of the circle panicked, and began to point at Dominic, but the others were too intent on the spell.
"Focus," an elderly mage complained.
"Monster!" The mage stammered.
The Elder turned, and Dominic smiled as his pistols came up.
Spells flew in one direction, bullets in the other, and everyone threw themselves out of the way the best that they could.
