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Solomon Kane waited next to the magical tome, but nothing happened. He was no witch and could not harness its powers with a spell. Instead he had to patiently wait at the designated time, for David to make contact or...Well, he had the right to hope that it wouldn't be a plea for help. His boy was?resourceful, but Solomon would lunge at his defense without a second thought, as would Sarah. No news, in this instance was likely good news. David would make his appearance when he was ready.

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Closing the tome?with a sigh, Solomon began playing with his staff. At first he merely practiced the motions that made him feel alive. The fighting forms that suggested themselves, the surprise maneuvers that stood out to his mind's eye, and could prove useful in a battle.

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When he felt properly energized, Solomon held his staff steady, with eyes closed. It was a ritual suggested by the shaman N'longa some time ago, to create a bond between him and the ancient material, and it seemed to be effective as a general rule. This time, holding the staff gave him a new idea. He wasn't sure if?it originated with the staff, or with this Serafina who could have been his secret benefactor. Either?way, it felt like a familiar pull. The kind that usually summoned him to fight all evil, and now was directing him towards? building a cage. He would have to tell Sarah about it of course, to see what she would make of that.

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Theoretically,?he could probably build it with his bare hands, manually. But in practical terms,?his special calling was never directed towards random tasks. Perhaps some witchcraft was in order, around the cage. Solomon could have smirked at his own ease of using the word. There was a time, when such creatures were his adversaries, and now, he was hopelessly devoted to a witch, fortunately, not the darkest of the lot, for he could not have born that kind of a burden just as lightly. ? ?