-Chang, in his inner sanctum, hidden from the reveling Doves-<br/><br/>Chang hear the cogs and gears of the elevator begin to turn. The steam driven pistons and the counterweights sliding along strong steel cables that announced the ascension to the private chambers. The elevator only had two stops, and could only be accessed by a member of his staff, the doves and himself. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity as to whom might step from the carriage, and was rewarded with the sound of Roxanne’s voice.<br/><br/>He debated, hearing Roxanne speak, joining the Doves, but he held back. Instead waiting to see if they were alone or if they had taken company for the evening. He was a man of patience, calm and collected as he continued to work within his innermost sanctuary. This was a place of peace and of knowledge, and at times, even he was dwarfed by what he found in his studies. He continued quietly, interested in what was before him, and also what lay outside.<br/>