Zaviel strolled idly within the keep of Nerezza, his hands buried deep into the pockets of his robe that waved in the hues of indigo as he stepped towards his room. A turn left behind the stairs, and a sharp turn right. The man bent down before a rather low doorframe, with a peculiar symbol carved above the door. He produced a key from the depths of his pockets, pushing it into the keyhole without further thought. The curtain that blocked the view inside the room swished to the side as the man stepped into the area that seemed much like a junkyard. It was Zaviel's chamber. Several crystals glimmering and shining their dim glow in the darkened room, and an orrery made of scrap bits of impure aurum and ornamental spheres slowly hanged just above his head, from the ceiling. The room was filled with odds and ends, and anyone could instantly tell the owner loved collecting useless, yet fancy junk. A sigh escaped his lips, as he made his way to his desk, looking at the endless pile of requests. They must've come from the chute above, as an odd pipe seemed to push through the ceiling of his room.
As he searched through the scrolls and notes, he noticed the skull of a goat move ever so slightly in the corner of his eye, it was something that used to sit atop some other parchments as a paperweight. "Huh?" He asked himself, as he turned his attention towards the skull. The skull seemed to slowly move by itself indeed.
In wary steps he inched closer, narrowing his eyes.. though soon his eyes widened as he realized the slightly hairy legs of a spider pushed out of the skull. He realized it could be his only chance to capture this magnificent yet ominous creature. His gaze darted across the room, towards a jar that could probably fit the spider; though it was already inhabited by a newt. He grabbed the jar and made his way towards the table where the spider was, going to try to trap it within the jar temporarily.. besides, the newt-dinner of the day was ready to be served.