Zeb nodded at the girl's proposal, finally lighting his smoke and taking a long satisfied puff. He did his best to ignore Nathan. That kid had always rubbed him the wrong way.

"Fine by me. Gotta get my grimoire, anyway." He patted the kid on the shoulder as he started out the door to his apartment to prepare. It was small and practical, old books and scrolls scattered about. His grimoire rested on an old oak table, black and etched with silver runes that gave it a distinctly evil look. It was a common theme with these necromantic artifacts and such.

"Yep. Gonna be an interestin' trip."