Not quite an interview...

[Miach]

It was a lively evening at the Pourhouse, and a tall blonde man was sitting in a remote corner, sipping from a stout ale. Menwel had always favored those... his days of mourning her passing were long over, but the mystagogue still couldn't help but reminiscing every now and then. What if... For an Acanthus, whose affinity with Time and Fate makes it perhaps more tangible, those questions always held heavily. But that particular Lie was far beyond his reach, if it was even a Lie. Sifting Truths from Lies could be hard sometimes...

The doctor shook his head, chasing those thoughts away from his mind, and instead stood up a bit, trying to see whether Ermac had arrived, as they had agreed. His duty today was not to Menwel, nor even to the dead, but to the living.

[Miach]

Relieved to see the Theurge finally arrive, Miach greeted him warmly. "Hi Eric, I'm fine, thanks. What about you ? I'm glad you could come, there's much I'd like to discuss with you." and he let that hang, before resuming with a smile.

"But first things first ! I can see you hurried here, you must be thirsty, no ? Want a drink ?" he asked, while looking at his own beverage of choice for the night.

[Miach]

While dark beers weren't a particular favorite of his, every so often it was a nice change of pace. It seemed the Theurge had tastes of his own, and who was he to blame the man. Perhaps he'll even indulge himself a bit later, and try that Sam Adams too.

Regardless, it was now time for some chit-chat, and the mystagogue humored his guest. As best he could. "You're lucky if you get less work. Mine is as hellish as ever. People never get less hurt, you know... As for that Monetate thing... it's like Chinese to me..." he admitted with a smile and a shrug. To each his own jargon, after all.
"But I doubt you'd like talks about pericardial effusion better... so perhaps we could about what we have in common... in private ?" he asked, raising an quizzical eyebrow at the Angel.

[Miach]

Nodding in quiet thanks to the Obrimos as he offered them some privacy, Miach took a quick sip from his draught, and inhaled a deep breath. He had used the time before the Theurge came to ponder his next moves, and now it was time to actually play them.

"Well... I was wondering if it might perhaps not be the other way round. I would like to talk Orders with you, if you didn't mind. Over a beer. And, first of all, in hindsight, I was wondering why you choose to join the Libertines at first?" the Acanthus decided to be plain. Deception wasn't quite something he was comfortable with, beyond the occasional white lie, of course.

[Miach]

It was unexpected, but it would seem that he and Ermac had both been shaped by female mentor... at least up to a point. Menwel had never tried to have him join an Order. "I see whay you mean. It seems clear to me too that technology has its use. If nothing else, for all those of us who haven't Awakened yet."

And so the Theurge had joined the Libertines. If Miach didn't know better, he thought he could venture a guess as to why Ermac had left, then. Politics. But it would run contraty to his position as the current Councilor of the Mighty. Interesting. And potentially useful.

"And what made you leave, if I may inquire ?" he was a long-time resident of the River City, but there had been very few cases of people leaving or even changing Orders during his stay.