Multi-Character Demo Reel

A group of people come together despite past divisions. A girl asserts her authority and forbids anyone from leaving the house or speaking about her. She believes a farmer is not a suitable match for her friend due to social status. There are rumors about the house being cursed and the governess behaving strangely. The girl wonders about her own humanity and discusses a compliment she received. A man is skilled at catching sheep and birds and takes care of them. We have been divided by treachery and betrayals, divided by distance and distrust, but not today. Today, we join. I'm not a dwarf, I'm a girl, and actually I'm tallest in my class. Here, all of you, and you, doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of the house today, and anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death, and then burned alive, and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There. What? Think a farmer a good match for my intimate friend? Mr. Martin may be the richest of the two, but he is undoubtedly her inferior as to rank in society. The sphere in which she lives is much above his. It would be a degradation. Perhaps you'd better lie down for a while, madam. I'll bring some tea up to you. Not, of course, that I go in for cold tips, but one does hear things. That the house is cursed, that Mrs. Lettering is going mad. Not now, the Queen of Narnia. You shall know us better hereafter. Answer me, once and for all, or I shall lose my patience. Are you, in fact, human? Human. Once it told me I had the ethereal charm of moonlight. I knew it meant something nice, though I don't know yet what ethereal means. I've always been meaning to look it up in the dictionary, but I never get round to it. We've been hulling at Randall's. She was your governess, I think. Having understood as much, I was rather astonished to find her so very ladylike. Our digging drizzle from the moor by himself can play for hours. He's caught sheep on the moor that owes him, and birds of common eats out of his hand. However little there is to eat, he always saves a bit of bread to cook his pets.