A dusty bulb of light flickered, tenaciously holding the final notes of its swan song and was rewarded by the Erik's approving nod, who found the ambiance comforting and mood setting for the darker campaign that laid detailed in the sprawl of notes and the leather-bound book before him. Ancient and ivory parchment leafs accompanied by letters in the style of medival calligraphy, small dried droplets of sweat mar some of the deteriorating pages formed as Erik lovingly transcribed his campaign in the leather-bound book. Subconciously letting one of his fingers wander along the rough spine, sending shivers down his own, before reaching for the stack of rulebooks, the massive weight straining his meager arms, lifting them to the central table in preparation for tonight's adventure and character generation. Wiggling his bony dungeon master fingers as he hovered before the rulebooks, searching for the character folios, but soon gave a defeated grunt and turned to leave the cellar, booting up his computer.<br/><br/>A quick succession of knocks disrupted the Erik's mesmerization with the familliar sound of the copying machine's buzzing vurr. Impatiently shifting his footing, not wanting to leave he decided to shout an invitation and a request to take a seat in the usual room. Eagerly grasping the last sheet, still warm as it exited the machine's mouth, and noted the foreign jacket as he hastily passed the hallway before reentring his cozy cellar den and joining its newest occupant.<br/><br/>Character sheets flutter in the air, waved with rhythmic motions, as he closes the door behind him and the room returns to previous half-illuminated state. Tapping the stone wall, mumbling something about it being cold, the Dungeon Master focuses his attention on the wooden chest at the room's far end after handing a set of sheets to Qari together with a beaming smile followed by hand motions to begin constructing his character. Sound of metal against wood can be heard, rustling of a lock loosened and dampened sound of the wooden lid against stone before he retrevies two wool blankets from its contents. Placing one of the blankets on the chair besides Qari then seating himself crossleged at his short-end of the table, wrapping the cloth around him as a suit of armor, visibly relaxed and less hurried.<br/><br/><em>''So...umm...Questions? You know just the basics, personality, background and I figured we could add reasons why your traveling together when rest arrive. Didn't think you'd be this early, anything happening at home?''</em>Erik's eyes flutter as they trail the quickly vanishing mist of smoke exhaled by his breath. A smile touches his lips and he gives a nonchalant shrug as he turns his attention again to Qari.<em>''...yhea.''</em>