The Circle of Creation. On the short list of places Henry didn't intend to make one of his regular haunts in the city, this one had to be close to the top. But duty had its price.
He makes his way through his Order's HQ (oh, how he hated that expression), looking for all the world like a young upcoming lawyer. Cleanly shaven, clean black and white suit, blue tie, his hair and nails groomed impecabbly, the smell around him not entirely unpleasant, though not entirely remarkable either. A black briefcase with a simple combination lock. As far as possible from the dirty homeless man he had been just two hours ago.
This was no time for idle exploring, however. He actively looks for Zilker, eager to be out again. Here's hoping he doesn't make this difficult, he thinks to himself.