Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247

Baku was about to have tea with a Demon.

It didn't help that the day was a Winter one. Rumbly, slate-gray clouds drizzled a frozen mist, the occasional gust of wind making the high tower of Wardenleigh wail. The windows held fast, but looking out of them, one could barely see the tops of the buildings below. They could have been in the middle of a cloud, for all it seemed.

But inside, it was a different story. Warm, clean and dry, the span of the waiting chamber was kept cheerful by a huge fire in an equally huge fireplace. The chamber being what it was, simple elegance adorned every corner, decorated far beyond the common, but not so elegant as to inspire discomfort. Indeed, even though the beautiful side table Baku sat beside looked to be several hundred years old, something told him that if he touched it, it would be okay, but he'd better use a coaster.

A silver tray with a carafe of lemon water and crystal glasses had been placed for him and his entourage. A half-bored looking Kikimora stands guard beside the fireplace, turning the embers with a poker, jaded to the beauty that surrounds her.

The distant cathedral bells ring the hour, muffled in the wind. It shouldn't be long now... 