Basile brought the servant to the front entrance, up the stairs, and then opened one side of the heavy double doors. Just enough so that they could slip through. The marble flooring was cool and the creature didn't get much beyond the foyer. Basile shut the door and went about lighting more candles to bring some light into the room. He wasn't going to keep the curtains drawn should the hunter return, either to try his luck at getting permission again or to snoop. He shut the door behind them and turned when he heard footsteps.<br/><br/>The decent thing would have been to give some sort of warning but truly he liked tormenting his servants some days. Basile, standing calm and controlled as if there wasn't some dangerous creature curled up in his foyer watched as panic overcame the middle aged man. He staggered backward, wondering how his Lord could be so calm. Then again the fellow was cold in that reptilian sort of way. Perhaps this was his kin, come home.<br/><br/>“Bring our guest some water,” Basile snapped, sending the man off. He returned with a pitcher and a cup but set it down on the floor several feet away, unwilling to get closer. Basile brought the water closer.<br/><br/>“I need to consult my library before doing anything else. Do no wander just yet,” he said, sweeping down the hall. When he returned he had a large stack of books in his hand which he set on a small round table by a set of chairs. He lit those candles as well, flipping through some of the books then circled around the serpent to try and get a better look at the wounds further down along his body. Arrows from what he could tell, though the area was angry with heat and swollen. It wouldn't be a matter of simply pulling them out cleanly. That was not the design of an arrow, especially protruding out of tough scales.<br/><br/>He brought the candles over along with one of the more promising books and sat down on the floor, to read and to look. He wasn't as concerned as most might have been but he was still weary; hadn't touched longer than it took him to feel how hot he felt around the wound, cold everywhere else. He'd yet to touch where besides the scales, unsure what his skin felt like where it blended to a semi-human torso. He was a curiosity indeed and at least he wouldn't be bored that day. His plan was to do nothing until he had some sort of logical idea of what he was doing.