Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-28358106-20170725011322

Adelaide listens intently to every word Armata says, her eyes fixed on his. When he finishes, she places a hand on her chin and nods.

"A not wholly unexpected answer. And I am quite familiar with your tilt with Thomas and his friends.  While he was in your castle, he took careful notes on what he found there.  Moral quandaries aside, I found it most fascinating."

As she speaks, she raises a hand. The Ghoul, who had been waiting well out of the reach of the candlelight, comes forward. She carries a small black cloth on her arm. Taking the books off of the small side table, she picks the table up and sets it between Armata and Adelaide, spreading the black cloth across its top, stepping away again.

Adelaide continues. "After I had read everything Thomas wrote in his report, I took it upon myself to initiate a project whose value I had doubted for some time. A project which, I think, you will see the value of, as I do now."

The Ghoul returns, this time carrying a polished wooden box. She stes the box on the table so that it faces Armata. As she does so, something happens.

Both Armata and Imperia can feel the unmistakable call that comes from inside the box. It throbs, pulses with life.

Adelaide leans forward and opens it. Cradled in the velvet liner is a clear glass flask with an unmistakable dark red liquid in it.

To their senses, it is completely fresh. They can feel its warmth.

Adelaide lets the moment sink in. "Feel free to pick it up. Please, do."

A peal of thunder shakes the window pane.