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True to his word, Tartarus did opt for a subtler method of invitation. A car- those were quite universal weren’t they?- wreathed in shadows and a driver made of similar material, both puppet inventions of his. Not horribly attention calling, in fact, the tendrils of smoke that stole off the car were only discernible through vigilant attention.
He sent them billowing away to the coordinates he had received. Undoubtedly, upon reaching the location, the driver would call upon Meus and bring him back to his domain through a path laced with darkness and fire. It likely wouldn’t take long for his guest to arrive. That in mind, he did suppose he ought to arrange a proper location for his guest to settle. Two chairs, a table, and a fireplace should do the trick. Tartarus settled down, tea in one hand and his phone in the other, waiting.
