Chapter 4
The Asian man who met her at the door had admitted her into one of the loveliest, though garish, homes she had ever been in, and asked her to wait. The entry rooms made her think of an antique store. The rugs were thick Persians, and everything looked fragile and well polished.
On the coffee table was what looked like a brass oil lamp, or a decorative imitation of one. How old was it? Were its jewels real? Considering were she was she supposed they were.
"Can I help you Ma'am?" A deep distinguished sounding voice broke the silence.
Nancy's attention shot up to the speaker. He was at the bottom of the large ornate staircase but she couldn't imagine how he could have come down the stairs without her seeing or hearing him. His hair, mustache, and goatee, were as black as wet coal, with the exception of grey at his temples. He was handsome, not just handsome, but like a wise and benevolent fairytale king. One who had succeeded at all his adventures and had been living happily ever after for a while now. His age was impossible to say. He certainly wasn't young but he seemed to have the impressive looks of maturity, wisdom, and knowledge, without any signs of physical decline that one would expect to see in a man as wise and all knowing as he looked.
"Dr. Strange?" She immediately felt silly asking. As if this could be anyone except the man Agamotto had sent her to see.
"Yes. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Muller." He had pronounced her name correctly, as moo-lar, which was encouraging to Nancy who had long had grown accustomed to being addressed as Mull-er, or worse, Mule-er.
He took her hand and shook it and then sat down next to her. "According Wong you've come a long way just to see me." One eyebrow rose. "And at the direction of Agamotto."
"Yes Sir." She smiled nervously. "She's taught me a lot but she said I needed to seek you out... Sir."
Well if that is case I'm glad you came. We have a great deal to discuss.