@burmecias-protector
As he was often burning away his endless time doing, the Hand of Death had once again found himself absorbed into a book, alone and in silence. Yet..unlike his usual moments of peace this home was not his own..the tea brewed now sitting upon the table, the book in his possession, all belonging to a certain seducer of beasts.
He came here with a purpose, the intent to follow up with the woman and her abominable offspring, actively keeping watch on them and alerting Death of anything worth his attention. Yet, as he arrived, the rather overly lavish abode was found empty..and as any undead being with infinite time would do, he made himself at home as he waited patiently.
"..ι ωση∂єя ιƒ ѕнє ωιℓℓ яєтυяη вєƒσяє ι ƒιηιѕн нєя єηтιяє ѕтσ¢к σƒ тαℓєѕ αη∂ ѕтσяιєѕ.."
