Drawing a new Circle

[Chris Wooding]

Chris on the outside: a serious look coming together with a nod.

Chris on the inside: Pregnant, really? Probably alive, and I'm standing next to someone who probably has powers of annimalism... speaking of tribulation.

But the acolyte takes his job in all eagerness, this was another way to show who he was, and a step further to become something better. Gladly, he was very curious about this Gabriel Marcus already. However, there is one thing he needs to know.

'I will take care of my task Hierophant, but I have one question: Does discretion include the Prefect? Or another elder who has been active in the domain over the last years?'

[David Silver]

"I will be asking you Bogdana, about the experience, and what you have learned."
"Chris, I urge general discretion. I only ask that you don't be too aggressive. Please try to keep this inquiry quiet. You may ask anyone yo usee fit."

[Chris Wooding]

Chris bows. 'Understood, Hierophant.'

Then he turns to Bogdana, 'We should let each other know how soon we've finished our task, then when the time suits us all, we can meet again.'

'Here I have the contact information of a certain Ethan Russel, a new arrival in the Domain. He told me he would consider the Circle of the Crone if we can convince him...' Chris offers a piece of paper to David as his voice slowly becomes soft.

[David Silver]

"I will expect you to have screened him well Chris. If he is unworthy, I will remember who sent him to me. If you would like to speak with him further before sending him to me, that is acceptable."

"Depart under the Crone's guidance Bogdanna. I will inform you both when the next holiday is, but unless my mind escapes me, it will be the summer solstice. You will need clothes of mourning."

[Chris Wooding]

Chris smiles slightly, 'Then perhaps you shouldn't speak with him yet, I wouldn't call the conversation we had more than a short chit chat.'

'And mourning clothes it is.' He nods, and does a step back. If there is nothing more to say he would leave.

[David Silver]

David nods to both of his acolytes, and departs. He has his own preparations to make for the solstice of sorrow.