A Visit to the Underworld Subject: A Visit to the Underworld Who: Sergius Petrov Where: Slater's Lair, Southbank Warnings: TBA Open To: Slater, anyone likely to be there
Sergius pulled his long coat tighter around himself. It was not as cold as Mínsk, but certainly colder than Paris, and he most certainly did not like the thick fog rolling in off the river, covering up the cobbles that covered the Bridge which he crossed. He glared at it, muttering Russian curses at the swirling misty darkness as he proceeded down the slope on the south side of the River.
Glancing about, he recognised where he was, he had, after all, been to the South bank during the day. He turned left, towards the large warehouse, the largest on the docks, and headed towards it, the cobbles becoming rougher and more unstable in their mortar as distanced himself from the Bridge. Perhaps he would take a carriage home, enjoy the warmth it's blankets would offer. But now he had other things on his mind, and an envelope containing several sheets of carefully written papers containing names, addresses, and dates. They would, perhaps, be useful to Mr. Slater, if Sergius was able to see him.
He could see one of the smaller doors in the building now he was closer, with a lamp outside, swinging slightly in the wind. It's light was a fuzzy orange in the mist and darkness, but as he came closer still, the doors outline became more solid. He knocked, after clearing his throat, and straightened his back. "I am here to see Mr. Slater." He said, accent obvious, but his English good.