Well, that's sort of reassuring. At least they know where they stand. Elijah sips his coffee, settling back in his seat.

"You know, I have with me some more pages from my mother's grimoire." He removes the sheets from inside his jacket and shuffles them. They're old, the paper dry and yellowed. "But it sounds as though you're getting all the help you need from the other witches."

He folds the pages and tucks them back inside his jacket. "Perhaps we can go through them at a later time."