<div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2159/2105613272_1d833cdd4c.jpg)</div><strong>The southern wall of the keep</strong>not only held the main gate, but was also richly decorated with a tick layer of all kinds of flowering climbing and crawling plants. Something noticeable quite well upon teleportation to the grounds.<br/>Flower beds surrounding the broad path to the gate swelled in a musky fragrance, both the petals of the flowers themselves as the leaves of the plants supporting the lazily nodding flowers reflected the moonlight in a near eerie manner.<br/>Unseen, as Azrael was stood there sampling the gifts of the garden, something stirred on the roof right above the gate ; one lazy eye opening for a moment, a wing stretching.<br/>It was not, however, until the angel knocked on the gate, that it actually moved. As the smaller door in the gate opened and an elder, somewhat bemused human answered the angel's call, something slipped from the roof above, shadowing the stars as it dropped.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://exquisitepalette.com/images/butler.jpg)</div>"Ah, yes.. " the nameless butler responded, first glancing his clipboard, then the man in front of him, ignoring the offered necklace for the time being.<br/>"I'm afraid, dear sir, I do not have an.. what did you say your name was again? Azrael?" The man quirked a brow, seeming not impressed at all. "You do not seem to be on the list here. And therefor I may not permit you entry to the keep of Lady Saerra."<br/>Making himself broad in the doorway, he seemed not very imposing. Then again, appearances can always deceive. Especially on magical grounds.<br/><br/>Something, the same something that had dropped from the roof, scoffed behind Azrael's back. A cold voice spoke, soft and low, but cold like the winter uncaring touch of frost.<br/>"Old man... Tsk tsk..." was heard as footsteps came closer and a man entered the small ring of light that was pooling in front of the gate. Light that pulled back when the man approached, evoking a soft laughter from the man when he saw what happened on his arrival.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.fullhalloween.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/black-eyed-kids2.jpg)</div>"This is the Collector, mortal man." the new arrival mumbled low, clearly hearable even if spoken so very low, his fingertips idly playing with a silver skull on his necklace. "This man stood before you is the Angel of Death. And<em>therefore</em>you shall permit him entry. Not alone his most clear invitation."<br/>The mysterious man gestured at the gem in Azrael's hand, something the butler had been able to ignore until now. The gesture smoothly turned into a careless dismissive one. "...lest your aim is to go against the wishes of your keeper, of course." he added, a cold smile drawing on the handsome face.<br/><br/>Ignoring the butler that nervously shuffled in the doorway, the man turned his attention towards Azrael and bowed formally to him.<br/>"Most honoured, Lord Azrael. I am named Xar and am a resident of the Angelrest. This blubbering fool in the doorway is known as Henry Arroworth and holds the position of butler. He seems to both be able to take his job too serious and make a fool out of himself at the same time..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>