Nio nodded and smiled at him. "Any time," she said, wrapping a towel about her body. "Come on." She took his hand and led him out of the baths without bothering to get dressed.

Viktor followed her quickly, staring at her hand in his. "Where are we...Uhm....where are we going now?" he asked softly.

"Somewhere alone," Nio answered. "That's what you want right?" She led him back to the room she'd taken him to the night before, pausing outside its door for his answer.

Viktor shook his head a little. "Uhm...I have work to do." he said softly. "I'm sorry...uhm...you scare me." he answered honestly before pulling away and heading back downstairs. He felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. He just wanted to go back down to his lab and be alone.

Nio blinked, holding her towel tight around her. Umm... what?
Cavell appeared behind her, kissing the nape of her neck, but she waved him away. "Told you, you were scary," the guild leader laughed.

Viktor was back in his cool dim lit room like he was used to in the sewer. He sat on the stool and his rat ate piece of flesh from a tattoo he was removing from the woman's shoulder.
"There you go Rat." he said simply. It was a good enough name for the little creature. Viktor sewed up the leathery skin of the woman's arm tight and perfectly, and opened a book of necromancy. He closed his eyes, muttered a spell to give the flesh around the area of her shoulder enough to heal so the stitches would come out eventually, and leave only a delecate scar.

Sam followed a dark hooded man down the hallway quietly, frowning at the floor. They knocked on Viktor's door polietly.

Viktor got up and slowly peeked his way around. "Hello?" he asked, unsure. He didn't even open the door fully.

Sam waved a bit from behind the large cloaked figure. "Hello Viktor," came a low voice from within the deep hood. "I am Lucien. I am the one that has been watching your talents from afar. Mind if I observe?"

Viktor swallowed and shook his head. "Uhm no...Uhm..." he opened the door and walked back in to sit down. "I'm...uhm. Not doing much." he whispered. He picked up Rat and held him close to help with his nerves. If Sam was there then things were alright....right?"

Sam leaned against the wall near the door, trying his best not to watch the table.
Lucien nodded and walked around the table, hands clasped behind his back. "Very nice," he said. He reached up and pulled back his hood, revealing pale features, white-blond hair, and nearly gray eyes too. "She will be amazing, once you've finished. Although... maybe better hands..."

Viktor looked up and grinned. "Oh I've found the perfect ones! But..." he he sighed. "I'm not allowed to use them." He peeled back the woman's lips and began working on her teeth, cleaning them with a small brush. "So far I've found most of the right parts. I wish she had longer hair though, I'll have to find that too."

Lucien turned to face him, grinning. "We'll have to do something about that," he said. "What hands do you speak of?"

"That courtesan's. Nio's. But the guild leader said I couldn't hurt her so..." He sighed. "I'll have to find another pair. Shame too. I already marked them."

Lucien was about to say something about that, but knew Cavell might have something to say back, to put it lightly. He nodded instead. "We'll find better," he assured him. "Tomorrow. We'll go shopping together."
In the background, Sam shuddered. He hated that part the most...