Thomas enjoyed his brief moment of sleep, though he didn't sleep for very long. An hour at most and he was sitting up, grabbing his journal and sketching the things he'd seen. To anyone who wasn't magically inclined, they were the doodles and scribbles of a mad man who hadn't taken his medication. To him, these were maps to places he may one day have to trek and navigate. In his mind, he'd rather be prepared and not need to than to need to and not be prepared. Thomas sighed as he finished and put the journal back in it's respective file listed 'Blackgate'. Upon seeing the file, one may wonder what actually lied inside. What was so important that Blackgate required his own file. That was a question for him to know the answer and only him. He sighed as he made his way to the bathroom, lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag as he stopped just in front of the dirty mirror in his bathroom. 

His hair was the color of milk chocolate and messy as though he'd stuck a fork in an outlet, his eyes the same shade as well. His chiseled jaw was covered with a rough and prickly stubble. Grabbing a hairbrush, he ran the brush through his hair though it didn't make it seem any neater. His attire didn't help either, wearing a white dress shirt that was half way tucked in and the other half sticking out sloppily. His black tie hung loosely around his neck and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked like he'd just had a rough night at the office and had only haphazardly gotten undressed. He often wore a jacket of some sort that held his artifacts and equipment. He took a drag of his cigarette as he flicked the burnt up ash into an ash tray, making his way back towards his desk when he heard a knock. He looked at his watch and figured it must be his client. He checked through the peephole first as he unlocked the door and opened it to see her looking down the hall. 

He looked to her when she offered her hand and confirmed his suspicions that she was indeed his newest client. He looked to her as she made a joke about being part of a metal band. He smirked and then finally took her hand, giving it a shake. "[b]Glad to see that I'm not the only one who looks like they need some sleep and a cup of coffee[/b]" he said with a chuckle. He let go of her hand and motioned for her to follow. As she entered she would no doubt notice that the threshold of the door had symbols carved into it. Some of the symbols were obviously Egyptian and Christian, some were Jewish or Pagan, and others didn't appear to be from any religion of any kind. They looked like they had more of a place in a story from Lovecraft than anything. He lead her in and motioned for her to take a seat in the chair that was before his desk. Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and looked to her as he realized that his smoking may offend her. "[b]Hope you don't mind my smoking[/b]" he said with a chuckle as he took a seat at his desk.

He released the smoke from his lungs as he looked to the woman and set down the file he'd made concerning her, starting his audio recorder as well. "[b]This is Thomas Blackgate beginning case number 49, I am with Caroline Clarke[/b]" he said into the recorder. Taking a moment to relax, he looked to her and sighed. "[b]I caught a majority of what you'd said on the phone but for the record...[/b]" he said as he motioned to the recorder, "[b]Can you describe why you are here and what exactly happened to your husband?[/b]" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He didn't like going through this process. It was difficult on the client but it was just tedious to him. However he had every confidence that any details she had would help. By the sound of things her husband had been targeted by a cult of some sort but he needed to hear the details concerning the death before he could know just what cult and what their intentions were.