Bennet gave a firm nod in return, "Good. Then we will conduct the contract now."
Saying this, he pushed himself off from the desk and moved towards the centre of the study.
With a practised grip, Bennet grasped the edge of the heavy carpet covering the study floor and pulled it back, the fabric folding over itself with a soft rustle as it revealed what was under it.
Beneath it, the faint outlines of what looked like an old summoning circle lay etched into the cold stone, its intricate markings dulled by time but still unmistakable.
The sight of it carried weight- this was not some hastily drawn sigil, but an ancient contract site that any bystander, from one glance, could tell it had a great and long history.
Bennet then walked back to his desk and retrieved a small container from one of the drawers, its lid opening with a soft metallic click.
