Hell, there are no rules here-- we're trying to accomplish something.

The Wizard had taught Asa many things, including what was valuable.

He and the ghouls carried the boxes from the truck into the elevator, which Asa would empty alone, later. As construction was already beginning on his... alterations... it would be simple enough to add another room. If the opportunity presented itself again, perhaps a large room.

Despite the monotony of Court, the ache of the void, and the still pressing hunger, he was able to find amusement watching his ghouls. Nika, who's mistakes had cost her favored status, Olivette, who had gone from employee under Nika's thumb to ascendancy, and Cozette, who was still adjusting to her new Regnant. Delicious tension, dangerous glares, and barbed words. Still, they all performed as required.

Asa absentmindedly wiped at a dry brow, a habit that decades hadn't cured him of. The boxes were damn heavy, and there were a lot of them.

Perhaps he would finds answers in one of them.