Xerordir stalked Tirial's streets, being careful not to let people see his mask. He kept his hood up, his head down and his feet swift. It was early morning, with people transitioning around him. The sight was unnerving. If any of them noticed his gloves or face, and were from Thanatos, he would be instantly reported to the authorities. News had spread from the lands, news of the black sorcerer returning to Thanatos. Indeed he had visited Thanatos in the past months, but he had no intention of going back in the coming years. That he had summoned all manners of the undead and demons meant nothing to him. He had killed no-one yet his crimes went duly noted. That was an annoying aspect of being a dark mage. He had to be discreet about what he did, lest he be hunted again.
But his purpose today was not to summon, or sacrifice, or plot, or scheme. He had heard that a powerful noble family had possession of a book he direly wanted. If he had this book, or had a long while to study it, he may be able to find some dark secrets, locked away and hidden by the Fae texts that the Serenian people had inherited. This was something he needed to do. And if he learned a dark secret to, say, immortality. He would do all in his power to achieve it.
The household he was to visit was the household was that of the Lancaster family. The heiress to the house was the Lady Nadya, and the master of the house was Marielle Lancaster, a powerful noblewoman. Rumor has it, that they were descended from Sirens. He hoped that in the house library there would be some magical texts of some significance to him. No doubt that any black magic, or schools of magic with which he had familiarity, would have to be uncoded and reverse engineered thoroughly to be used or recorded as simple instructions.
He arrived at the door of the vast estate. He knocked twice, considering his options as a greeting. A servant met him at the door. "Good day, young servant. I am a scholar looking to study rare texts. May I speak with the Lady Nadya Lancaster?" The servant nodded and showed him inside. "I will fetch my mistress now." The servant spoke coolly. He then scurried of into the depths of the beautiful Serenian building.
Over the 13 years of travelling, Xerordir had found that Serenian and Connlaothian buildings had the most beauty to their design. Perhaps because both peoples had fled the Fell, they had kept the same features of the architecture that made both types of building so beautiful. He examined a few paintings on the wall while waiting for both servant and master to return.
