Conveniences
His meeting with Asmodean had gone excellently. The Chosen had somewhat reluctantly agreed to stay the evening here. It would not be good for his already questionable mental state to stay in the house that he had shared with Malacoda.
Sitting in his study, Ishamael glanced as the dulcet light of early evening filtered through his glass of ice water. Even with his frail-seeming frame and simple black robe, he made the high-backed chair seem a throne. He paid no mind to the servants standing at the side of the room as he pondered a game of tcheran on the side table.
Much had changed, and much would change. The first order of business was to help restore Asmodean's mental state. The man was still very useful, even after the demise of his companion, and it would be detrimental for him to spend the entire night brooding by himself.
A convenient solution had presented itself nicely.
Sitting in his study, Ishamael glanced as the dulcet light of early evening filtered through his glass of ice water. Even with his frail-seeming frame and simple black robe, he made the high-backed chair seem a throne. He paid no mind to the servants standing at the side of the room as he pondered a game of tcheran on the side table.
Much had changed, and much would change. The first order of business was to help restore Asmodean's mental state. The man was still very useful, even after the demise of his companion, and it would be detrimental for him to spend the entire night brooding by himself.
A convenient solution had presented itself nicely.