"Make yourself comfortable Herunes." Alastair ran his finger over the thick book before him, sliding away the lock and opening the pages. It was the log of every contract ever recorded in the order. The book itself seethed with the magic of decades of warlock power. A powerful ward had been placed upon it, one that only the Keeper of Contracts knew the password for. No one could hope to tamper with this book without invoking an untimely end. "We should have a few others joining us shortly, I wonder where they have all gotten to..." Alastair flicked his wrist and shut the book tight before leaning back in his oak chair. He stroked at an invisible beard upon his mask and then looked over to the door. Even with a mask on he was obviously not enjoying the cold breeze the now open doorway brought into a room that was bellow ground. Only the lamps and the small slither of window at the top of the walls behind him gave any light in an otherwise freezing meeting chamber. "And close that door behind you!"