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Conner stood quietly in the waiting room as he tended the fire and ensured the bar had glasses, drinks, things of that sort. He was eager to meet the hunters and to begin this war against the darkness that was gathering. As though on cue, he heard a powerful knock at the door. Conner walked to his desk and grabbed his pistol, slipping the weapon into his jacket pocket. He moved quickly towards the door and looked to see that the hunters were standing and waiting. Conner sighed and relaxed a bit seeing that the hunters were here and not trying to kill one another.

Conner turned the knob and opened the door, looking to see the hulking Adam standing before the door, along with several other hunters. "[b]Ah. I'm glad to see that everyone is getting along just fine[/b]" he said with a thick British accent as he smiled a bit. "[b]Please please come in, you are expected. I am Doctor LeStrange[/b]" he said as he looked at the hunters, moving out of the way and inviting them inside. "[b]We shall adjourn to the study, feel free to warm yourselves by the fire and make yourselves some drinks[/b]" he remarked with a light tone. 

The doctor lead the rag tag group through the manor; passing by lavish statues and paintings as he lead the way into the study. Conner opened the large doors to reveal the massive fireplace, books beyond counting. A map of the world. A bar. Anything that you might wish. The room was decorated in a rather tasteful manner. Oil paintings dawned the walls, statues were there as well. There was china, silver, various other priceless heirlooms and artifacts. He was glad to see that everyone was getting along and hoping it could stay this way. 

Conner walked slowly through the room and produced his pipe from his coat, packing fresh tobacco in and lighting it with a match as he took a few puffs to get it burning. "[b]I realize many of you may have questions and I realize that many of you are curious as to why you are all here. It would surprise me a great deal if none of you were curious as to why a stranger summoned you to an organization you've never heard of[/b]" he said as he moved through the middle of the room, making sure to make eye contact with everyone.

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Adam remained silent as the hunters began to arrive one after the other. Adam was incredibly still aside from his own breathing. His breath fogged in the cool air as he glanced at the fellow hunters. A man clad in armor that was nearly as tall as he was. Adam however was still much larger. He could hear discussions and turned a bit more as one of the hunters offered a bite of bread. Adam's expression went from rather blank to that of confusion. Kindness was a rarity to him. Especially given his rather grotesque appearance and his immense size.

As Adam turned and looked to the young man, you could see just how scarred his face and body was. True he was put together but the man appeared to be pieced together and held together by stitches and luck. Adam reached slowly and took a small piece of the bread, giving a slight nod in appreciation. He popped the piece into his mouth and chewed slowly as the massive door opened. Before him stood a bearded man who appeared to be in his 40s. He almost appeared to be a college teacher. Wise in his own way. Adam was quiet as the man welcomed them into the manor itself and remained quiet as he followed this Doctor LeStrange. The manor was enormous in size. Even by his own standards, he fit perfectly with plenty of room for him to fit through the doors.

The study was even more massive than the manor hallways itself. The fireplace was impressive, the study itself was impressive. "[b]My god, I've never seen so many books in my life[/b]" he said in a quiet tone. Adam was completely astounded at this monument to knowledge. Edgar Allen Poe, Mary Shelly, Washington Irving, geniuses of their time. Adam couldn't help but scowl as he looked over Mary Shelly's work. It annoyed him to say the least but he said nothing as he slipped off his hood, revealing his face for all to see. Horribly scarred, one eye a different shade than the other. One blue, one brown.  

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