<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Niklaus Mikaelson</span></span></b></span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><b>Klaus Manor, location unknown. </b></span></span></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><b>Tagging: Aleksi Volkov</b></span></span></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><b>Time: Morning. </b></span></span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><b>..... </b></span></span></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><b>.... </b></span></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Klaus stood staring at his reflection in the pool. He had a cup of red in hand, which he sipped slowly as he meditated. Last night failure still weighed on him, a drag on his plans. Bloody oaf had to kill himself...costing him one of the world most mysterious artifact. With The Sage, one could pinpoint the exact location of all Firstborns in Winter Haven. What a resource wasted.<br/><br/>He could hear footsteps approaching behind, he didn't bother turn already scenting who it was.<br/>"You have the witch secured yes?" He asked still glaring at his own reflection.<br/><br/>Celse was a powerful witch from an ancestral line of equally powerful witches. She owned a pawn shop down at Eagle Way where she traded trinkets with humans and supernatural alike. Klaus had asked her for a favor, one she grossly refused. Celse wanted to stay neutral, there ain't no neutral ground in war.<br/><br/>She was going to make him a map, like it or not. And this time, even death won't be an escape.