Maybe Mike is expecting too much of it, or simply blowing his emotions up, but this feels like a big day for the Sentinel. A few good plans, if he may say that, are already discussed with the Herald, but there are more and maybe even risky things to discuss. Lots of mages are coming, Councilors, the Hierarch, two Obrimoi who lost their Councilor...
And all Mike did to prepare himself is baking a spongy chocolate cake with strawberries on top. It is easy, tastes good, and at least something to eat when the meeting takes longer than expected. Caffeine is here as well, as promised, the Moros bought a quality coffee machine with all the tasty options on it. It shines and even smells new, waiting to be used for all those coming to the rebuilt Circle of Creation.
Now all he does is waiting. Mike is dressed in black, his hair is well done but also hanging down, his gloved hands are clenched to fists. The Sentinel is excited but also a little scared, at least his usual cheerfulness is momentarily gone. With an empty expression, he looks at the entrance...
... just like this