Samoth pushed open the door of the local public library, stepping into the warmth of the afternoon sun. He did quite enjoy the library. It was quiet, and had much opportunity for improving himself. And since there was a library on campus at St. Laurels, he rarely ran into anyone he knew here.
	
	He stepped away from the doors, and made his descent down the several stone steps that led up to the impressive building. He admired the historic beings depicted in the large bronze statues at either side of the ascending stone stairs. He had seen them dozens upon dozens of times, yet he still admired them. When he looked at them, they exercised his memory on the subjects they depicted.

	He looked away from the figures, and began a slow stroll down the sidewalk, towards the campus of his school. That was when a young boy ran up to him, sticking his arm up to him, grasping what could only be thought of as a letter addressed to him. As he drew close, Samoth looked down to the boy, [color=82ca9d]"What is this?[/color] he asked.

	[color=fff200]"It's a letter, Mister!"[/color] he said, maybe a bit too excitedly. He was small, and looked to be very young. Couldn't be more than 10.

	[color=82ca9d]"..Yes. But who gave it to you? What did they look like?"[/color]

	[color=fff200]"Umm..I don't know him Mister, but he gave me a dollar!"[/color] he exclaimed, holding up a crumpled bill in his clenched fist. [color=fff200]"Oh! But his shoes were black."[/color] he said, as if it were a deciding factor of this person's identity.
	
	[color=82ca9d]"...Ok. "[/color] Samoth breathed heavily. [color=82ca9d]"You can go home now."[/color] he ordered, as he looked down at the letter, now in his hand. He was being summoned. And to a haunting, at that. He took note of the address, and crumpled the paper, tossing it in a nearby trashcan, as he changed his course to his new destination.
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	Samoth came within view of his destination. He took step onto the grounds of the large building. He felt a slight digging pain pierce the surface of his mind. He gritted his teeth in discomfort. 
	He could feel many wandering consciousnesses here. This would be...interesting.. 

	He spotted Cassius, resting against a derelict wall, seemingly waiting for someone. It appeared as if he was chatting to Katherine, who was standing near him. Seems like he wasn't the only one summoned here. 

	Samoth took his own resting position against a nearby tree, plucking a leaf of a hanging branch, softly twisting and folding it between his fingers, expecting more students to come. Maybe some consensus on how they'd go about this would be made.