About the Manor; Evening; Ruprecht and OTA
It was very late when the door to the basement stairs opened and Ruprecht stepped out. He'd been out of sight for a while seeing to 'other things' and leaving the day to day handling of the Manor to his staff. But tonight he felt like stretching his legs.
And there was enough turmoil in the building that he wanted a little more of a taste. Love lost, love strained. It was delicious. And then that little twink Shaw's galleries all in a tizzy. He'd enjoy that more if he didn't have to thank Loki for it.
Abrams was at the front desk and he watched Ruprecht warily but said nothing as the man headed for one of the elevator call buttons and unscrewed the cover. Whether it needed work or not, who knew. Ruprecht would find things to do to interact with the tenants.