As shadow began to creep across the land, the fading light stained the hue of freshly spilled blood, Epitaph sat within the hallowed halls of the Mysterium's sanctuary within the Circle of Creation. Not within the Athaneum itself. No, that was a space she was hesitant to venture into tonight, but the the sounds of their hushed conversation could echo through the halls and rooms around it. She quite liked the idea of a susurrus of knowledge floating around the sanctum that housed a piece of Atlantis, itself.
To prepare for the evening, she had bought a small selection of spirits for them sample: a pinot noir, a scotch, and a tequila, as well as some crackers and cheeses. It was polite, she'd heard, to offer such refreshments, though she had trouble picturing Knot consuming anything that was not from a food truck. How little she knew of him, let alone understood. Nevertheless, he had surprised, leaving the feather that she'd requested instead of a simple note. Such a gesture deserved respect, and she intended to pay it.