Even though he had done things properly, and had made an appointment with the Hierarch, Miach wasn't really sure of it. As a lot of things, he had done it on a hunch, and now he was to see it through. Standing on the marchs leading to the Capitol Museum, he was looking left and right, hoping to not be caught by surprise. The mystagogue was sweating, even in winter. It was Thursday, and it was 4:55 PM. Five minutes left.