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It had been quite some time since the last Ravnos had seen of Lilith. But their relationship with one another tended to foster that distance. Neither had a vested interest in the other and if the Disciple was perfectly honest with himself she rarely, if ever crossed his mind. His time, his thoughts were occupied by his children and Grendel. Although perhaps his clan had taken a bit of a back seat he was confident that the right people were in place to look after it while he occupied himself with the God and his whims.

While his Vardo still moved with his Kumpania, Ravnos spent most of his tim there at the temple. And why not? This was where everything that was important to him was after all. Most of his time spent caring for their budding number of children and spending whatever free time he had from that with his red haired love. And for now he was content. Though he knew very well that wanderlust could strike him at any given time.

When Lilith had arrived he was in the middle of placing the children down for their mid-evening sleep. He felt her before he heard her. The same, familiar dark energy that preceded Grendel whenever he appeared, flickering through the air. Though it was different in some ways. He wouldn’t say more chaotic perhaps more….fragmented. Fractured. It was an odd sensation in the very least. And as her voice drifted to his ear he tilted his head slightly before making his way out of the children’s room, leaving the heavily guarded family quarters and making his way down the many flights of stairs. His figure darting in and out of the shadows as he moved quickly.

If she was here there was a purpose.

Brilliant green eyes glowed as a boot step clicked against the stone floor. The gold heels of his boots lent sound to his movement. As did the various metallic trappings and charms upon his outfit. Ravnos was the epitome of of his clan in all ways. As those eyes landed on Lilith as she moved through the temple he cleared his throat. “Lilith. A surprise to see you here.” His tilted his head with a light quirk of a dark eyebrow. The beads in his hair clattering against one another. “And calling for me no less.” He smiled. A charming, roguish smile meant to disarm and make one feel comfortable in his presence.

“Do tell me, what is it of me you seek then?” He was curious. They weren’t friends but they also were not enemies. They had all suffered. Even Ravnos himself. Slipping his hands into the sleeves of his shirt he patiently awaited her response.

Ravnos had never been one known to back down in what he believed in or when there was injustice perceived. In all honesty he had expected to be struck down that day when he had essentially told Caine to go ******** himself. How he managed to leave the God’s presence unscathed had been beyond him. But he could not abide the demand he had of the Disciples. To force the Clanless into their clans was more like subjugation to him. Instead of the freedom that they all deserved to have and that left a bitter taste in his mouth. Ravnos had had enough of that for many tire times. Had the God been in any other kind of mood surely Ravnos would not have been here today.

At that point he had grown weary of the God and his demands upon his people while he gave nothing back for their loyalty. And weither or not the other Disciples felt that way had gone unseen and unheard. And that had been fine by him. Ravnos had always been the outcast amongst them. But he was also the most free thinker of them all.

He listened quietly to her favor. The description of the book seemed unremarkable to him. Many books fell into that description. The size, the color, pages so yellow you merely breathed on them and they crumbled. But what he did take note was of the symbol she mentioned, producing the seed to give him a better visual reference. A curious bauble which he would perhaps like to inspect a little more closely but he dared not reach for it. He could see it well enough from where he stood. The Ancient Vsmpire delved into the coffers of his mind. Ages upon ages of memories looking for some sort of recognition.

But when she mentioned a Discille may have taken the book it snapped him out of his thoughts. “A Disciple?” Well, if such was the case there were only two who instantly came to mind. The Tremere and Kiasyd Disciples both had extensive libraries both of which Ravnos had been able to peruse on his own time without detection. He knew little about the new Tremere Disciple but Marconius, well, the he had had run ins with the strangely tall vampire before. Though the Kiasyd had always had his nose stuck in a book and was generally less than pleased at the other Disciples presence. A shame really. Ravnos could be a fun guy.

However, there was one other library that was less well known to most bust Ravnos knew it well. “Sil’Ilos. If anyone would have your book it would be her.” Knowing the Tremere’s connection to Caine it was no surprise. She had produced a child with him afterall and always seemed favored by him. Why not give her a gift of what she truly desired? It made sense to him at least. She wasn’t a Disciple but the dots all connected in an instant for him.

All he could do was stand there and watch as the darkness within her flared. He might have been Ancient but what he had was nothing in comparison to the…..well. What was she now? She was no longer an Angelique. Ah.

He smiled warmly, bright green eyes filled with good humor. Certainly he had no intended or expected that kind of reaction. But he knew it well enough to diffuse. “Her library of course. I can take you there if you wish. It’s just a hop, skip and a jump away.” Chuckling he gave his head a small shake. Inclining his head in apology. And why not? She was desperate for the book and it he could help her why not. He didn’t need anything from her for it. However… “Ah, I must inform you that there may be dangers.” Namely in the form of a particularly bored Goddess that they had had a run in with and still didn’t know what her deal was. Last time Ravnos had a run in with her he’s ended up dissolved into ether and thrust into another life at another time. “Caution would have me not take you there. But if you really want this book we will go.”

Grendel hadn’t been all that thrilled the last time Ravnos had gone back to the library. And the Disciple kept his time there very limited.. He had found an old copy of ‘The Wounds of the Night’s Sword.’ All dribble. How did he know? He wrote it of course. Ah, that was a good time. A amazing epic that some had latched onto. But then it was better than a theif being caught stealing from a God, unknown to him.

But there had been other things as well. He surmised he had only explored a fifth of what was actually there.