A singular table sits in the center of a small conference room of the Bismark and is flanked by three chairs. Telos has already claimed one of the chairs and is sipping from a clear glass of water. Thankfully, the hotel has a continental breakfast and a half-eaten croissant and a mostly used teeny-tiny jar of preserves sits disregarded next to a stack of papers.
This morning and well into the afternoon will be the Factotum Oral Exam and the Lictor is the very picture of no nonsense business. Not that the twinkle in her eye diminishes, but this is a matter she takes seriously. Each Factotum she approves will need to know their stuff and understand the weight of what they undertake.
A poor Factotum reflects poorly upon the Lictor's judgment and a Lictor is relied on for that judgment.
Meanwhile, Eryxias is the opposite of his Mentor. His left foot taps the beat of a song he hasn't been able to get out of his head for the last three days and he's sipping at his second cup of coffee. Despite living on them for the last year or so, continental breakfasts aren't the most satisfying of things and the Moros is looking forlornly to the empty basket that carried it all in.
The nerves in his gut make him hungrier.
Soldiering on, he looks towards the door as he rises, “I'll see if the first is here and ready.”
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