"This clock tower is old" Echoed Azazel's voice from the shadows. "Old things are easy to find." A dim light briefly cast a low hue onto the room as a curtain gently waved in the breeze of a window overlooking the campus. "It helps that this place is dark. Makes it easier to see what secrets it holds." Wood scraped across the floor as a chair was dragged out from a table, where he suddenly appeared, sitting down with a book in hand. "Lord Azazel at your acquaintance madam Theodora. Tis a pleasure to meet you."