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Deepfrost, blight, weddings, Longnight, monarchs changing hands like the weather... meh. All in a day's corruption, in Lucas's opinion. Of most who dwelled in the Hollowed Grounds, the Ascended considered himself one of the least affected by current events. And so, as others tried to collect roses and plant them in various, inane places (don't quit your day job, fellas), Lucas did what Lucas did best. He profited. The Devil's Advocates could find work anywhere, all of it shady, some of it fun. At the scritching at his door he glanced up from his book, raising an eyebrow and carefully extracting himself from the various silks and blankets and pillows arranged about the room. He had no need for light or warmth, but it stopped ice from forming and ruining the furnishings at night, so the room was softly lit as he meandered to the door. Clicking it open, green eyes flashing in the night and piercing the darkness easily, Lucas peered out at his would be visitor. LUCAS making work for idle hands