Calliope looked around theatrically for a moment. Neil blinked and arched an eyebrow.

"Never a gargoyle around when you need one," she lamented. The tapestry flapped nosily in the breeze, as though demanding her attention. There was a gryphon woven into the fabric. Her eyes brightened and Neil followed her gaze.

"Hey, hey, steady on," Neil entreated, glancing nervously at the image of the gryphon. Calliope folded her arms beneath her breasts. It was true that Neil had been killed, even if it grated at her sense of rightness that he was still walking and wisecracking. She pulled one of the long silver pins from her bun and began to twirl it idly in her hand. It would make an adequate tool to spill blood, her's or Neil's, either would work. She really should finish him off and get back to her other project. She thought of all the work that had been wasted by his sudden appearance and a germ of an idea began to form in her head.

"Alright," she said after a moment, relaxing her posture ever so slightly.

"Lets get some lunch and you can tell me why you still have a pulse. After that... well I'm not making any promises."