Tension. A hint of fear and anticipation. The awkward feeling of carrying things down stairs. This had been Cynthia's night so far as she tried to move a small selection of her works from her hidden Sepulcher in the Deep Kingdom to The Nox Populi. The Prince of Sacramento had shown interest in her works and the Artist finding it hard to say no to her.
Having placed the last one down, she took a moment to crack her knuckles. It was times like this that made her wonder if she should finally bite the bullet and get a ghoul. Though that was a risk and a responsibility she had to admit she was not sure about. Especially after Alice and the renegade that abducted her from this domain...
The goth shook her head, Now was not the time to dwell on that. She picked the wrapped canvases up and knocked on the door to Alessandras office.