[ You won’t find Ruvik in the middle of the building. Or talking with any of the other Invited guests. He’ll only be standing under one of the dark spots in the room where poor lighting could obstruct his appearance. In his hand he holds a glass; three quarters full of red Pinot. He doesn’t drink much. His taste for the finer vices in life had lost all temptation. His eyes were always watching, and instead he prefers to observe the party and its goers in silence. He’d never been one to play conversationalist.
He is near Lindsay when the package is placed on a table. Covered in the gloomy and expressive moods of all Hallow’s Eve, Ruvik feels himself suddenly drawn into what is really hidden underneath the decorated paper; an important and potentially powerful book.
His attention lingered over again to Lindsay, and he watched. ]
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He is near Lindsay when the package is placed on a table. Covered in the gloomy and expressive moods of all Hallow’s Eve, Ruvik feels himself suddenly drawn into what is really hidden underneath the decorated paper; an important and potentially powerful book.
His attention lingered over again to Lindsay, and he watched. ]