
Location: The Library
Grimore: N/A
Skills: N/A
Nicholas frowned at the information. Seven pairs of eyes? Nicholas felt like there was something about that and a thought flitted to him, but it was gone as quickly as it came and he refocused on the shifter in front of him. He paused his ministrations as Callaghan claimed his hand and his lips pressed to his palm. He was aware he'd grown comfortable with the shifter, the long lived rarely found the luxury of like company, but he hadn't quite realized how natural the shifter's touch felt to him, even without the influence of alcohol or drugs. It felt as if he'd known him a touch longer than the scant few years it'd been but he supposed that was alright. Nicholas wasn't ill prepared if their connection went sour.
“Perhaps a sound night's sleep, the morning, and some tea will offer some insight to one of us. I'll admit, the eyes do not strike me as familiar - I do not believe any multi-eyed monstrosity involved in the tragedy my people faced, but I simply may not have been looking. They were monstrous enough.” Nicholas murmured quietly in the somber library air. “We should offer this revelation to the others. Perhaps one is more familiar with something of that nature; the chaos witch perhaps? Demons are oft known to bend the knee to their ilk.”
Nicholas cocked his head as his brother's voice wove through his mind. “Nay. Nothing fruitful certainly. Callaghan found something crawling inside the old bastard's journal that touched his mind somehow. We are to put it to our… coven on the morrow.” Nicholas weighed whether or not to include Callaghan in this discovery as weary as he may be at the hour and the ordeal, but he did not want a sulking dragon in his life so he sighed. Callaghan would be most upset if he learned Nicholas did not share this news; when in the world did he grow so soft? “It seems the familiar charmer was in fact the victim in the dungeon. Though Barty felt a rush of old, strange magic just before the discovery; it has him concerned.” Nicholas relayed, packing up the materials and carefully rucking away the journal in his bag.
“But that is for another day. I believe our mother would benefit from your tea and I have an engagement to attend this evening.” NIcholas straightened up from where he was packing up the bag. “Would you care for an accompaniment to your dorm? Or are you well enough to walk?”
