Upon the dusk's disintegration into thin air, the Lone Power mused over his mess and the chipped paint on the wall. "How interesting. I only chipped the paint?" He glanced down at the pile of wood. He sighed, picking up the wood and moving it closer to the wall. He heard the glass breaking upstairs and a long silence.

Footsteps some point later making their way down the stairs. "Akira?"

He turned toward the back of the room, "Coast is clear if you want to leave."

He reached into a pocket and placed a sum of money on the desk. More than likely enough oddly-shaped coins from varying civilizations to pay for the chipped paint and the broken window upstairs. "Damn faulty constructs." He mumbled, disgusted that someone was attempting to use his own ideas. Altering certain ends and knots in the process. Personally, he knew that changing certain knots and wordings in the spelling of these things could seriously mess up other details.