Bartleby the Scrivener
Who: Bartleby and Kiara When: Midnight Where: Room 1106 at the Liberty Inn
Following the instructions that his curt little teacher had given him, Bartleby rapped on the door to the room lightly. Under one arm he'd actually had his old messenger bag from school containing a spiral notebook, several sharpened pencils, and of course a pencil sharpener. He was humming, he hadn't had a good hum in several hours and figured now was as good a time as any. He'd had quite the busy day so far, what with burying a body earlier on today. It felt good to be out of the office though, it was feeling a bit stuffy. It always felt a bit stuffy when it was filled with mourners.
Nothing could stop Bartleby's face from producing a grin going ear to ear though, he was going to have a positively delightful lesson with this viper and then finish up the evening with a nice period of practical application. Oh my would he need a nap tomorrow, that was for sure. Still humming he rocked back and forth on his heels, like an eager little schoolboy. Only instead of arithmetic it'd be how to use a person's life essence to empower destructive magics. Oh well, any math student'd tell you it was six in one, half a dozen in the other.