With Max's permission, Teodor approached the Grand Wyrm. The faint smell of basil trails trails behind the monk. Teodor caught Tracy Burns smile and wave and returns it with a smile and nod of the head. He personally did not know his fellow Dragon all that well and was not sure of the propriety of waving to Court Officials in this particular domain. "Good evening Grand Wyrm." He said rather jovially. Tonight was looking to be very exciting. Another successful experiment and a dramatic presentation of Invictus pageantry. And if the Lord smiled on his prayers, a Regency for the Ordo. "I hope I am not intruding on any last minute preparations. I wanted to wish you luck in tonight's debate and offer little bit of information on one of the debators, Mr. Albert Sawyer." Teodor made a subtle gesture toward the man.