Azrael materialised in the grounds, peering into the gem with his mind open to it, gazing into the depths as it provided him the location.  He blinked once and looked around, tucking the gem and its' chain back under his shirt, over his heart where it belonged.  The angel remained in place and simply looked around for many minutes, taking in the details of the garden in front of the manor.  After that he closed his eyes, and<em>smelled</em>the garden around him, taking the time to stretch out with each of his senses, magical and mundane,  one by one and enjoy the exquisite surroundings.  After perhaps half an hour, he approached the door before him, and rapped the large iron knocker upon the wooden surface once.  Presently the household butler answered the door, and Azrael inclined his head.<br/><br/>"good day to you sir, is the lady of the house in residence?  My name is Azrael, I have been invited to visit and stay by the lady Saerra"  he removed the stone from his shirt and showed it to the butler as proof of his invitation.