The soup and tea sat well. As he slowly leaned back in the seat he exhaled as slow as possible. The pain was manageable, made only better by satisfaction. He had grown to hate Ombre so deeply that such hate he had, only one other had earned it. Reaching into his pocket he drew a blood-caked book of notes. "So he was after you. Despite his insanity I doubt he would have been so brazen as to actually walk into my home, let alone the city." Pealing the pages he studied the notes. He recognized several of them in relation to void crystals and void theory. But other then recognition of ideas, he was lost. He was no expert in the void other then when it came to slaying voidsent creatures. He would need an expert. From his other pocket he drew a small silver box. He had given his late wife her ring from this box, but now the ring rested in his desk. The silver would block and contain the void gem his cousin had worn around his neck. He looked at the box, careful to not open it. Slipping it into his pocket he continued to read the book, waiting until when he knew Alexei would be awake to bother him.
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