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((No I'll be up for a few more hours, and we are underground, the reason is because I haven't ended the day yet and others are already on tomarrow.))

"You would not, I shall show you where you shall stay." Escorting her along the passage and up the stairs he arrived at a plesant room, "I hope this will be suitable for you."

Quin went to his own room after seeing her to sleep. There he drifted into a restful sleep after casting a barrier spell.

((I'd say this in the OOC, but once again, it's not letting me. Tell me when it's noon or early afternoon for Quintilius if you would, and I'll have his guests pop up once I get the time.))

The late morning sun rose toward it's peak, noon close, and shadows were few and far between, save those below trees. But one of these was more than enough. A solid block of shade beneath a large tree suddenly twisted, and changed; the small spot of shade turned an inky black, it looked like a tar one could sink into were they to come close, and it twisted and convulsed for only a moment, and then a shape rose suddenly, a large black cloak waving and flickering, returning with a flourish to hang at the back of a large man in heavy black clothing and a dark gray mask, standing at either shoulder of him a smaller individual in bright a bright crimson vest with gold embroidary, atop a puffing sleeved white shirt, and a small, light black cloak, giving them each a respectably dressed appearance, if nothing to impress one used to dressing well, and tighter fitting black pants. One was a man at about 5'10", an older fellow passing somewhere through his fifties, tall and gaunt, but healthy, balding gradually and turning from black to gray. The other was shorter, thin but not gaunt like the other, a boy of no more than fourteen, with carefully parted light brown hair. The younger one clutched a small item, like a music box, to his chest silently, staring sullenly at the ground, and the older man held a staff in one hand and several large books in the other, staring determindly ahead. He looked silenlty to the large cloaked man, who dropped to one knee and gestured to the building ahead of them with a single outstretched arm, nodding. The older man nodded as well, and set off, the young one keeping step with him, to the front gate of the mansion, and knocked thrice firmly with the head of his staff, and took a step back, paying no mind to the individual behind him, less intimidating now only for the lack of the glowing green lights and the sudden subserviant air about him. The shadow below the tree was a gentle shade again; it had returned to it's normal as soon as Richardo's feet had left it.

"You must be the master of the house then. Yes, I think I would care for a glass of wine, thank you. It is pleasure, surely, to meet one of such respect where it is unexpected. I am Levaticus, most honored to meet you sir." the older man spoke, carrying no accent so unusual as that of the servent behind him, as he walked in and took the first of such offered seats, not sparing a glance for his companions. The boy walked in behind, eyes never once moving to look up, or even trace the ground in front of him, he sort of stared blankly and followed his elder, taking an empty seat beside. Richardo, stepped through the door way and stood by it, hands behind himself in the manner of a patient servent awaiting orders. "Have we come so unexpectedly then? I must apologize if my servent failed to introduce us, or perhaps imposed this on you. The word which reached me was of a meeting with a respectable man to be this day, between myself and he. Was this not agreed upon then?" Levaticus asked with concern that seemed real, but obviously exaggerated. Setting his books carefully on the table and leaning his staff against his shoulder, he rested his hands on his knee and looked straight ahead on the table he sat at, waiting their host to take the one opposite. Neither of the other two moved.

"But of course. If this is inconvinient for you, perhaps a latter date would suit better? Well, I am in no rush. I simply thought agreed in at least one manner to my servent's thoughts for me; this would provide an ideal time to have a proper exchange of knowledge, and I'm afraid it's not often I find things not already within my libraries. So, shall we come to bussiness, or would you like to continue the pleasentries? I am in no rush myself, I rather enjoy the calm chatter, another thing I find myself short on, but my apprentice is... well, he's more one for his books than speech. A bit shy of people the boy is, you understand, I'm sure." He took the glass and held it up to his lips but didn't drink until Quintilius had. The boy silently stared at the table, the music box set to one side, and didn't touch his glass. "When you wish, let us begin where it is logical; that we should each provide the other with our wants, needs, desires, we should have it out what the other can offer to us before we decide an appropriate exchange. I will let you begin when ready. I mean not to rush you again, I just like to have the matters of importance out front and in open before I let myself take the casual road; it helps to allow one time to think, things can become ucomfortable with one whom is not familair with you if either should be taken by surprise I find. But, I speak too much."