10-07-2024, 10:54 AM
Eliot smirked. She was a bit too sharp to keep moving in the same direction he had been. He was curious about what she knew. Or what she had heard, anyway. She was right arson was suspect. Supernatural was correct. Though he wasn't sure how much of that he wanted to admit. "Everyone has enemies. I'm sure you understand that as much as anyone else." He knew very little about her or her family. And he might have to do some digging when this was all over. But for now, he assumed that all of the rich and famous in Moscow had dirty little secrets they wanted kept quiet. "I won't deny the fact that it looks strange a supernatural fire, and to be honest the way the building practically melted, there is nothing other than supernatural that could explain it."
Eliot lead Helena to the private study upstairs. His father adorned the place in mahogany and very little crystal -- you'd think he'd love it, but it was a love hate relationship for the whole family. Almost sickening, some might say. The study was light with small flickering candle like bulbs, giving the air of an old school library for the 16th century. Floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with the greatest books of all time. There were no Atharim teaching in this room. But there were books that could have come from the same days of old.
He offered Helena a seat in one of the large sofas in the center of the room "Drink?" he asked as he poured himself a whiskey.
"I am curious as to what these common goals might be. I am always looking for allies in the right places."