A familiar voice comes from behind Benn,
''It's just me, Van Willen. I've brought some books to show you.''
As Benn turns to clear the table, an unfamiliar voice answers in a hollow tone-"Oh, oh very good. Heh," the archivist laughs, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. "I guess I'm a little jumpy. Was anyone else down here with us?"
He hurries over to the desk, clearing some papers off to the side to leave a space for Van Willen to set down the books.
''YES.''
Van Willen jerks violently and falls forward to lie face down on the stone floor- an ivory handled scalpel protruding from the back of his neck, just below the base of the skull.
Looming over the prone form of Van Willen stands a tall, lean man in a long black coat. Only his bald head, gaunt face, and long-fingered hands are exposed. His skin has a most unwholesome pallor to it- contrasting sharply with the colorful glyphs tattooed on his bare scalp. The strange man smiles, revealing a mouth full of even, perfectly white teeth.