The corners were dark, but candles were lit to brighen the key areas, which these days seemed to be a lot. The wall of books certainly needed to be lit up, not in the religous fanatical way, of course. They would never burn these books. And then there was the so-called Alchemist's table, that needed lighting as well. The small kitchen space, the solo chess game, and the drawing easel. All needing candles. It gave the place a kind of eerie look. But such was the motif of Cyc's home office/library/lab/getaway/whatever room. Having felt he completed his work constructing the required documents, Cyc scooped them up and placed them in a large parcel (stopping briefly to contemplate that word...hmm) made of paper and a paste. Sort of a large folder-type envelope. Closed it, sealed it, and placed it by the door. Now to find his cloak and his gloves and it was off to the city to do some work of a different kind.