Dorian's "Mansion"

Dorian stumbled into his house, carrying a suitcase.  Behind him was the taxi driver, carrying the rest of his many bags.  Bags carrying memorabilia from everywhere he went on his vacation, however these trinkets were nothing compared to his treasure-trove of artifacts inside his mansion.  He sent the young man away, without a tip, and turned to his empty house, smiling.  It would liked to be mentioned that the house was not empty of objects, because God knows that there are too much of those, but empty as in without life.  The only one there breathing was Dorian, and he needed help with that sometimes.  Despite the lonely halls, Dorian was happy.  Once again he would hopefully feel the trill of the kill, adventure.  That is if that Aussie doesn't screw up everything!  Nonetheless, Lara was in the palm of his hand, and Cutter seemed intrigued.  If worst comes to worst the Aussie would die early, but it is hopeful that does not happen, for she would be a strong asset.

After a long time of unpacking, Dorian sat alone among his riches on a throne, reading an original copy of The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer,*  awaiting something to happen.  

*OOC: The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer is a fourteenth century book that is written in an achient form of english.  It is so hard for the normal person to read that most versions are translated.  Dorian, being the genius he is, is lucky enough to have found an original copy in his expeditions, that he reads, and understands, in old english.  Here is an exert for those with curious brains:
"A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,
As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse,
And evere honoured for his worthynesse."  

As the phone rang, Dorian, annoyed, put down The Canterbury Tales to go towards the phone.  He stumbled to his wheelchair, something he would never use in public to keep his image up, and rode to the phone.  The caller id was from England, which made the old man grin, a sinister grin.  "Lara,"  he said, "You've finally maned up, haven't you.  I knew you could not resist my offer, I'm to charming, mysterious.  You wonder what the expedition is, don't you doll," Dorian took no breaks to let Lara talk, only to laugh to himself,  "Do you know the legend of El Dorado, Lara?  Do you know the city is made of gold, Lara?  Do you know the unbelievable riches..."  He said the Brit's name slow and bone chillingly, "Lara?"  For once Dorian was silent, enjoying the sound of his own voice echo through his empty halls, waiting for Lara's response.