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Abanaub wiped his chin, catching the red drip that ran down and clung there. He was being sloppy, a lush he was. He heavily set down his goblet. His home was as luxurious as he was, and just as decked out in gold and other trinkets. Some older than anything anyone has ever seen. Artifacts and scrolls you wouldn't find no mention in history books. Those ancient enough might be the only ones who might. Windowless walls covered in mainly black draping. His home, lair, tomb, was underground and very dimly lit. A large basement fitted to his aesthetic and touched over the course of time to fit the Era with modern furniture. He adapted to the change in time.

It was one room essentially, a grand sized studio. He had a bed with posts with more draping, pillows, and fine fabrics on one side. A corner of shelves with books, old papers, and some obscure objects he used as paper weights on the opposite. The rest was a common area for visitors which he was lacking. Enough seating for a small gathering for the Clan. Newfound roll of Disciple Under the new God. Grendel.

All of his adornments tinkling as he took a seat on a Chaise. Stretching out looking at the ceiling. It was soon time to gather the Setites. He lazily shut his golden eyes, pondering it all. "Tomorrow." his voice husky and pleasant to the ear as he put off work for another day.

The chiming caught his attention first as he was no longer alone. Not the least bit worried as he felt the change in the atmosphere as the other Disciple appeared. He lulled his head to face him, making no move to get up just yet. Eyes slowly opening, snake like slivers of pupils but for a moment before shifting himself in his seat to face the visitor. He rested his head on his fist and gave a dismissive wave with his free hand. "It is but another night, it finds me just fine." Another night, just as unnotable as the last. Partially his own doing putting off any plans he had. He was still working them out anyhow, so not exactly was he doing nothing. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I haven't had visitors in such a long time." He was pretty sure he wasn't here for some friendly company. No, he needed something.

He stood, more clinking as he did. Between the two of them it was a never ending song of metal against metal when they moved even the slightlest. He gestured toward the shelves. "Perhaps I have something of interest?"

He raised a brow more interest played on his face than before. He would at least have something. albeit one of the items so worn it was a wonder if it was useful anymore having not found it in the best of conditions. If only he he got his claws on some of the collection before time started taking a toll.

"Ah." He acknowledged. "Possibly some, what is it you are looking for exactly?"

He didn't mind offering an assist, especially if he received something in return. Information, documents, trinkets, perhaps a favor for a later time. It wasn't often he would offer for free.

He walked toward the shelves scanning over them pinpointing a few things that may help the other disciple. Reaching out for one tattered book in particular and flipped through it's pages. This wasn't all he had of course, but he was waiting for a response before picking out any others. His collection went from stone tablets to more modern means.

Abanaub gently close the book setting it back where it had been and pulled out a dingier one. He side glanced at the other Disciple and smirked. He could see his eyes roaming his collection and now that he was closer, he could smell the cloves cutting in through the rooms’ everyday incense. He brushed the cover with his hand as if it would make it easier to read the worn text.

“Here. This may have what you seek.” He reached out to the Disciple to allow him to take it to see for himself if he wished. “I have more, though this may be a good start.” He had more. And not all these walls were just walls, under the drapery there were some full of old hieroglyphs and other various ancient paintings and carvings that could hold more answers. How he had them in one place was a mystery. A mash up of many cultures and lore.

Once the Disciple would take the book, he cleared a spot on the table and began going through the shelves again, pulling various items off and some tablets, papers, scrolls. Setting them down neatly. “Wards, Curses, Primordial Gods, Apotropaic Magic.” Lastly, he grabbed a small chest. A good faith offering. “Here are what most would just see as treasure jewelry, but in fact it is useful. I am not adorned just for the fun of it, objects of protection made manifest. You are welcome to take some with you before our visit ends.” Perhaps it would fulfil the Disciples’ needs and bring some peace of mind.

Abanaub made a show of thinking about payment. Being one for information he knew this one had a family, his lover Grendel himself. “Let’s just say I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.” Having a working relationship would prove useful. “Unless you had something in mind now?”

He gestured a dark hand palm up, “Please if you see anything in there you must have, it is yours.” He would not miss anything in that chest in particular. “If you don’t mind, what are you searching for? Has something happened to have you search me out? Is it someone close?” He was growing impatient hoping the Disciple would share on his own so he chose to just ask outright.

Not expecting much of an explanation, who would he was prying, he would save the info for later none the less. Keep tabs on any ongoings. Whether or not it would involve him or his Clan. “Sure, if you change your mind you know where I am.” He still found it amusing he just waltzed in. Had it been another time he might’ve seen a show.

“Well, I can’t say I wouldn’t be a little worried.” So it was his family, he could understand. He didn’t have one such as his but he had others he needed to protect. One even though she could very well protect herself he would be sure to keep out of harm’s way.

He wasn’t much on others troubles but he was right. “Many enemies yes, I am always weary.” You wouldn’t think it, but he was very attentive and would alert at anything out of the norm. He wasn’t about to let anything get in his way. Not after so long. “If you need us again. Doesn’t hurt to have a little comradery.”

Abanaub walked past him back to a seat. “Take your time, I will let you know there is a door, a couple, or maybe just give me a heads-up next time. You never know who I have over.” It was great timing for Ravnos’s visit. He could not imagine what would have happened if Kemat was here.