Vergil had been sitting in one of the chairs reading a book by the light of the fire place. He had very old tastes, as if an old soul.

Hearing the knock he wrinkled his nose a bit before looking up. He was not expecting anyone. He closed the book sitting it aside. It was warm in the drafty place and smelled a bit like lavender and oak. The mixture of his tea and the wood burning.

"Valdis." He spoke with a nod of his head. "I was not sure expecting you back." Pretty much ever, but that remained I unsaid.