There was nothing at first before the door opened. His room was usually bright this time of day from the windows but there was curtains drawn, casting it into darkness and the man looked practically I'll.

"Oh.. Zechariah." His mood seemed to elude Darius who turned and waved him in. He winced as he moved a curtain to let in enough light to see, also lighting up an empty easel.

"Why are you here? I don't remember calling you.." he said before rubbing his face. He reached for a wine bottle but found it empty and dropped it in disappointment. His head moved to rest on the table as he closed his eyes.