Sitting at the desk that received so many visitors each and every day, the current Curator was idly checking the register while sipping his coffee. Not that he had any purpose in it, but it kept him busy while waiting for Faust and Varyx to arrive. As they had talked, he and the professor would try to provide her with as much insight as possible into the Mysterium's teachings, so she could decide whether she could be interested in joining them, or not.
The Acanthus very much believed in informed decisions, and while he hoped to be persuasive, he had no intention in the slightest to lie. Mystagogues didn't lie.